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temptaetions · 1 month
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spellbound secrets ✩ stray kids (m.list)
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welcome to the spellbound institute of magic! have a look around, but don't peer too much — you could end up in a sticky web of secrets, lies, and love.
general content warnings: fluff, smut, angst, possible darker/heavy themes. warnings for individual fics vary, please read them accordingly before proceeding.
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˖⁺‧₊ angel eyes - bang chan ₊‧⁺˖
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✩ sorceress: @temptaetions
✩ pairing: bcc x reader
✩ specialty: healing | memory inducement
✩ genre: teacher x student | strangers/idiots to lovers
✩ synopsis: you’ll think you’re in paradise, and one day you’ll find out he wears a disguise, don’t look too deep…
✩ read here!
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˖⁺‧₊ one's elixir - lee minho ₊‧⁺˖
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✩ sorceress: @felixitate
✩ pairing: lmh x reader
✩ specialty: alchemy | potions
✩ genre: acquaintances to lovers | academic mentor
✩ synopsis: you’re a walking disaster. not just in minho’s eyes but for anyone in the academy so when he was asked to supervise you, he had to agree to ensure everyone’s safety. but is it worth the risk to involve himself in something that even you can't control?
✩ read here!
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˖⁺‧₊ sweet escape - seo changbin ₊‧⁺˖
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✩ sorceress: @temptaetions
✩ pairing: scb x reader
✩ specialty: interdimentionalism (pocket dimension creation) | empathic transference
✩ genre: friends to lovers | secret admirer
✩ synopsis: forever, perfectly together…and tell me, boy, now wouldn’t that be sweet?
✩ read here!
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˖⁺‧₊ fleeting mirage - hwang hyunjin ₊‧⁺˖
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✩ sorceress: @felixitate
✩ pairing: hhj x reader
✩ specialty: illusionism | phantasmagoria
✩ genre: rivals to lovers | childhood sweethearts?
✩ synopsis: as both the top students in your program, getting along should always have been maintained between you. however, something always sparks any feud, hindering your cooperation by whatever means necessary. would you be able to put it aside when your positions start to get threatened?
✩ read here!
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˖⁺‧₊ cherry bomb - han jisung ₊‧⁺˖
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✩ sorceress: @temptaetions
✩ pairing: hjs x reader
✩ specialty: fusionism | sentimental awakening
✩ genre: coworkers to lovers | mutual pining
✩ synopsis: lips on my lips, hearts beating as one…but you slip out of my fingertips, every time you run.
✩ read here!
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˖⁺‧₊ in bloom - felix lee ₊‧⁺˖
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✩ sorceress: @felixitate
✩ pairing: lyb x reader
✩ specialty: floramancy | herbalism
✩ genre: classmates to lovers | forbidden love
✩ synopsis: watching him from afar while he tends to those flowers never fails to make your heart flutter. but for the sake of your secret, you’ve kept your distance. until when can you avoid him before he notices the signs of your waning abilities that only he can maybe help with?
✩ read here!
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˖⁺‧₊ silver springs - kim seungmin ₊‧⁺˖
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✩ sorceress: @temptaetions
✩ pairing: ksm x reader
✩ specialty: catoptromancy | empathic transference
✩ genre: exes to lovers | semi-first loves au
✩ synopsis: i know i could've loved you, but you would not let me, i'll follow you down 'til the sound of my voice will haunt you.
✩ read here!
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˖⁺‧₊ shifting feelings - yang jeongin ₊‧⁺˖
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✩ sorceress: @felixitate
✩ pairing: yji x reader
✩ specialty: polymorphy | divination
✩ genre: enemies to lovers | soulmates
✩ synopsis: he’s an enigma. with enchanting eyes that became everyone’s whispers each time he passed by but you’re not shaken. who’s to say you can’t unravel the truth when he slowly reveals this part of himself that he’s been persistently guarding the more you pry?
✩ read here!
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host notes: hey! thank you for reading our collab, we planned this so quickly it makes my head spin. just for reference, all specialties in italics are secondary to their primary specialty, or an extension of it. everyone is a wizard. if you’d like to know more about each story then please head to our respective mail boxes! feel free to comment or send an ask our way to be added to a taglist. please have your age and/or year of birth in your description, otherwise you will not be added to the taglist. we hope you enjoy!
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odyssean-flower · 3 months
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The Winding Path of Fate Chapter 9 - The Honeymoon (Part 1)
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Pairing: Neuvillette x Female Reader Summary: You and Neuvillette finally go on your honeymoon/first date (clickbait kinda sorta) Warnings: None except for the fact that this story is 50% written based on vibes Note: I update this story on AO3 first so please subscribe to the fic there if you’d like to read it faster Note 2: If you want to be on the taglist for this fic, please make a reply to this post, send a message or send a private ask
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Have a pic of double neuvillette
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As it turned out, you and Neuvillette didn’t go on your honeymoon tomorrow. Apparently, there was some sort of sudden judicial matter that desperately needed his attention. You lost count of how many times he apologized to you.
Which was just as well, since going on a trip—even if it was only for a day—on such short notice was absurd and unrealistic. Perhaps it was a testament to just how unsettled Neuvillette was by whatever he talked about with Furina that he suggested it in the first place.
Your initial excitement had cooled down slightly, replaced with calm rationality.
To be honest, you were unsure why he cared so much. From what you could garner (Neuvillette still refused to tell you exactly what his argument with Furina was about), it wasn’t as though she had explicitly ordered him to go on a honeymoon. Besides, having a honeymoon wasn't a requirement for marriage. You knew plenty of couples back home who didn’t have one. Even your own parents simply went back to your father’s house and started living together after they got married.
You told Neuvillette about those things in an effort to take the pressure off him, but it backfired. He seemed even more determined to make this “honeymoon”-slash-“date” happen than before.
“But you looked so excited when I brought the subject up. You’ve rarely traveled before, have you?” he had said, and you couldn’t really argue with that.
It was times like these that made you wonder. From the time you got married—no, all the way back to when you first met—you had always assumed that he acted the way he did towards you out of a sense of gentlemanly conduct. It was something you admired. How many self-proclaimed gentlemen have you met until now? They should all model themselves after Neuvillette.
But it was all the things he did, like buying you the painting set even though you had never asked him for it or hanging up your painting in his office, that made you wonder something that was perhaps a little impertinent: was Neuvillette secretly very sentimental?
That makes sense, you thought, nodding to yourself as you inspected the sunflower plants. They had now reached the middle of your calf, and there were small, tender leaves growing from the stalks.
Neuvillette seemed like the type of person who enjoyed doting on something. No, you were sure he was. You had seen how he acted with the Melusines—he was like a proud father. But on the other hand, Melusines weren’t like pets you could take care of and leave at home. They were full-fledged citizens of Fontaine with their own lives.
But with humans, he was cordial but distant due to his strict personal morals. You sensed that, however, that it didn’t mean he actively disliked interacting with them. It didn’t help that his position and demeanor intimidated people and made them stay at a respectful distance. So, basically, it was a relationship where both parties mutually stayed away from each other, even though the desire was there to get closer.
“He should get a pet or something…” you muttered to yourself.
“Who should get a pet?” a voice asked from behind you. It was Neuvillette.
“I was just thinking that you should get a pet,” you stood up and turned around. “I think you would make a good pet owner.”
 Neuvillette raised an eyebrow. “What brought this on?”
“Oh, I was just thinking,” you said innocently. “Have you ever had a pet before? Or considered getting one?”
“No to both questions, I’m afraid,” Neuvillette said. “My job keeps me too busy to spend much time with them, and truthfully, I prefer observing animals in their natural habitats rather thuan transplanting them to an environment that might not suit them.”
“I see,” you nodded. It was just the answer you would expect from him. “But, I still think that you would be a great owner. You’re so caring and considerate, after all. I’m sure any pet of yours would be lucky to be yours.”
Neuvillette was silent for a moment, like he was thinking over your words. “Then, what would you suggest I should get as a pet, in the hypothetical scenario that I decide to get one?” he suddenly asked, turning to you.
You considered it for a moment. Your first thought was some kind of aquatic creature, like a fish, but you quickly eliminated that choice. Neuvillette wouldn’t like to have a pet that was trapped in confined spaces, and besides…you glanced at his hands, remembering all the times you saw him pat the Melusines’ heads. He would like something he could pet and cuddle. The mental image of Neuvillette cuddling with a fluffy creature made you smile. Yes, definitely something fluffy. A dog would be too high maintenance for him, perhaps a cat? Or a hamster, or a rabbit…
You told Neuvillette about your thoughts. “Think about how relaxing it would be to run your fingers through your cat’s soft fur after a long day at work,” you ended. “Wouldn’t that be nice?”
“It does sound pleasant,” Neuvillette said as he gazed at the sunflower shoots, then looked at you for a few moments as though considering something. “But I think I’ve already experienced something similar to that.”
“What are you implying, hm?” you glared up at him. Lately, Neuvillette seemed to have taken a liking to teasing you. Normally, you didn’t really tolerate being poked fun at by people outside your immediate friends and family (although, come to think of it, Neuvillette was technically your family now), but from him, you didn’t mind all that much. Maybe it was the novelty of it.
“Nothing, Madame. Nothing at all.”
For a few minutes, you two were silent. But it was the warm kind of silence where the people involved simply indulged in each other’s presence.
“So…” you cleared your throat. “Has the date for our honeymoon been set yet? You can at least tell me that, and where we’re going, can’t you?”
You gave him a meaningful look. His argument with Furina had been on your mind for the past few days. Now that you knew that you were involved, you had to know what it was about. You initially bugged him about it, but eventually stopped when he kept repeating, “It is better for you not to know.”
Of course, you had no intention to drop it completely. You simply had to wait for the right moment to bring it up again.
From where you were standing, Neuvillette’s bangs hid his face, but you could have sworn that you saw a small smile on his lips. “I’ll tell you after dinner.”
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The two of you would be going on your one-day honeymoon this weekend. To be precise, it wasn’t even a whole day. You two would be returning home by evening.
The day’s itinerary consisted of two places. The first was the Erinnyes Forest region in the east, where you would spend the morning and early afternoon sightseeing and strolling. In the afternoon, you would be visiting Merusea Village, as Neuvillette wanted to introduce you to the Melusines living there.
Right now, the two of you were sitting in the parlor.
“What do you think?” Neuvillette looked at you beseechingly. You could hear the self-consciousness in his voice. “I am aware that they may not be the most exciting of locales, and that married couples tend to travel more exotic destinations and stay there for a longer period of time, but, considering our personal circumstances…”
He trailed off. He really is taking this too seriously, you thought. Like everything else.
But that was what you liked about him.
“Hmm,” you said. “I don’t think Lady Furina would be too impressed by this. You might get scolded again when she hears of this.”
“You do not like it?” Neuvillette said, looking crestfallen. “Yes, of course you wouldn’t. A lady like you should be taken on a pleasure cruise or a beachside resort. It is not too late to make the necessary arrangements—”
“I said Lady Furina wouldn’t be too impressed by this,” you interrupted him, leaning forward to look him in the eye. “I didn’t say I didn’t like it.”
Neuvillette opened his mouth like he was about to say something, but then closed it. “I see,” was all he said.
You leaned back against the back of the couch. To be honest, you were not much of a romantic, so when you heard the words “honeymoon trip,” your first thought was if it was possible for the two of you to spend a weekend in Petrichor to explore the ruins there.
Still, you had diligently done your research on just where and what did people do on their honeymoons, if only for reference’s sake. You pored over society papers and magazines. The wealthy tended to travel abroad to countries like Liyue and Mondstadt, or head to the resorts or their mountain villas for weeklong getaways. Obviously, the two of you couldn’t do that. Not that you wanted to, of course.
As for exactly what people did on honeymoons—needless to say, you two carefully skirted around that topic.
Really, when you thought about it, this was more like a date than a honeymoon.
Date… For some reason, your heart beat faster at that word than it had ever done for “honeymoon.” Maybe because it felt closer to the truth of what this was.
“I’m looking forward to it,” you said, genuinely meaning it. “You know I’ve never travelled further than the opera house. And…we’ve never gone anywhere together before, have we? I think it’ll be fun.”
“Fun…?” Neuvillette repeated, like the concept was unfamiliar to him. “Do you truly think so? I am…aware…that it is not a quality often associated with me.”
For some reason (well, you could make a guess as to why), Neuvillette had become fixated on this point of being “boring.” The less kind side of you wondered why this only occurred to him now, but mostly you were just surprised it concerned him so much. Being boring or dull wasn’t a crime, no matter what the Archon would say.
It’s probably because I’m a new, unfamiliar addition to his life, you thought. That’s why he’s always so hesitant and unsure of himself when it comes to me.
You thought you somewhat understood him. Neuvillette was the type of person who placed more pressure on himself than on others. That was why he always apologized or asked for your approval. You didn’t know how he acted with others, so it was just a theory, though.
It made you sad to think that Neuvillette was stressed and doubting himself because of you. It was like watching mud contaminate a pristine pool of water. You felt guilty for being able to feel relaxed nowadays when it wasn’t the same with him.
Perhaps you should bug the license office more frequently. In any case, you weren’t staying here forever. Hopefully, Neuvillette would return to his usual self soon after you were gone.
Until then, you had to do your best to maintain an agreeable, pleasant atmosphere between you and him.
“I can’t speak for others, but I never feel bored with you,” you said firmly, as though, as though to shake off that melancholic feeling. “I assure you, if I ever get bored, I will tell you directly, and then we can figure out something else to do together.” To be honest, I’m more worried about me boring him.
Neuvillette looked unconvinced, so you added. “If you like, I could give you feedback at the end. So you could improve for, er, next time.”
The words made you cringe inwardly. It made this honeymoon sound like some sort of work evaluation. Then again, considering how Lady Furina pushed for it, I suppose that’s not so far off the mark. Also, why did I say next time? It’s not like I’m expecting anything after this…or am I?
As you were buried in your thoughts, you felt an intense gaze upon your face and looked up to find Neuvillette staring at you. He didn’t look away. You found that you couldn’t either.
“You always know what to say, don’t you?” he murmured. “The weekend cannot come soon enough.”
He then bid you goodnight and left the room, leaving you staring at the table.
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The day had arrived.
Neuvillette had told you yesterday that you would have an early start today, so you tried to get in bed early, but ended up being too excited and nervous to sleep. More than the fact that you would be going to places you had never been before, you would be going to them with Neuvillette. It hadn’t set in before, but this was the first time you and him would be alone for such an extended period of time.
You had butterflies in your stomach just thinking about it. Luckily, your room was away from everyone else, or else you would have woken them up with your tossing and turning.
You had to remind yourself to stay calm. This is just an outing between two friends. Even if it’s called a “honeymoon” or “date,” if there’s no romantic feelings from either party, then in essence, it is not a date, right? Wait, why am I thinking about this so hard?
You didn’t know when you fell asleep, but it felt like you had only rested your eyes briefly before a gentle knock on your door woke you up.
“…Huh?”
You opened your eyes blearily and looked at the bedside clock. It was early in the morning, so much so that it was still dark outside.
You managed to drag yourself out of bed and walked over to the door.
“Who is it…?” you asked, stifling a yawn.
“It’s me.”
“Oh…” you opened the door without thinking. There, in front of your door, stood Neuvillette, fully dressed and perfectly coiffed. “Um, wait…” You pictured how you looked to him: messy hair, wearing an old and rumpled nightgown, squinty-eyed.
The two of you stared at each other for a moment. Your emotions were dulled, probably because you were still half-asleep. What a strangely familiar situation…at least I’m properly dressed this time, sort of.
Neuvillette cleared his throat and turned away. Maybe it was just the bad lighting, but his cheeks seemed to be tinged with red. But surely that couldn’t be the case. “My apologies, Madame. I wasn’t aware that you haven’t gotten ready yet.”
“No, no, I should have gotten dressed beforehand,” you said, slowly closing the door. “Don’t worry, I’ll be quick.”
Now you were fully awake. You hurriedly went to the bathroom to freshen up, washing your face and swiping a comb through your hair. Then, you got dressed. It had been embarrassingly difficult to put together an outfit appropriate for the occasion. All your clothes were of the plain and functional variety. You desperately wished you had brought more clothes from back home.
Clearly, too many things had gone contrary to your expectations.
In the end, you had settled for a blouse, skirt, and a cardigan. Since you were going to be mostly outdoors today anyways, you should dress more practically. However, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of dissatisfaction as you stared at yourself in the mirror. You knew that Neuvillette would never say anything, but personally, you wished that you looked a little cuter. More like a girl going on a date. Even though this wasn’t a date.
Relax. Don’t overthink things. You thought to yourself in the mirror. For makeup, you decided to just put on lipstick.
Then, you took in a deep breath, put on your gloves, grabbed your purse and hat, and opened the door.
Neuvillette was still standing in the same position he was before, like a statue. It was kind of funny. In his long life, he had probably seen a lot more than a mere woman in a nightgown (or towel). He really was the perfect gentleman.
“Sorry for the wait,” you told him. “I really did mean to get ready earlier, but I was…too excited to sleep.”
“How coincidental,” Neuvillette said, smiling slightly. “So was I.”
Was he saying that he had also been tossing and turning like you, imagining what the day would be like and worrying over what to say and do? It was hard to imagine, but the idea of it lightened your heart.
The two of you went downstairs to the kitchen to get the picnic basket. Since your trip to Erinnyes was in the morning, it was decided that you would be having lunch there. You had helped Marie with the preparations. Speaking of Marie, she was even more excited than you when she heard that you and Neuvillette were going out for the day. “A honeymoon!” she exclaimed. “Oh, Madame, how wonderful!”
“It’s not really a honeymoon,” you corrected. It was so much more embarrassing to hear someone else saying that word. “It’s just an outing.”
“A date, then?”
“Um…sure.” Friends went on dates too, didn’t they? Yeah, they do!
“Whatever you call it, I’m so happy to see Monsieur Neuvillette finally taking some time for himself, even if it only a day. In all my years of working for him, I can only count on one hand the number of times he took a full day off.”
“How long have you been working for him?”
“Oh…” Marie looked up at the ceiling. “About ten years now?”
By the time you and Neuvillette left the house, the sun was already peeking over the horizon. The air was cool and crisp. You glanced over at the sunflowers. They looked like they had grown even taller overnight, and the buds had grown bigger as well.
“What will today’s weather be like, I wonder?” you said aloud, not looking at Neuvillette.
“Hm…” Neuvillette made a show of considering your question. “I dare say that it will be perfectly pleasant.”
“Pleasant by my standards, or by yours?”
“If you are asking if it will rain today, then I don’t believe it will. Of course, the weather can be unpredictable, so do not take my word for certain.”
“Don’t worry,” you said, patting your purse. “I brought an umbrella, just in case.”
You walked down the slope towards the city. The streets were still quiet, but you could see some shopkeepers preparing to open, and there were already Mekas patrolling the streets. Or were they never turned off? You had never seen the city in early morning before. It was a fascinating sight.
“Are we truly going to take the aquabus to Erinnyes?” you asked as you walked down the familiar path to the central station. There weren’t much people around right now, so you didn’t need to worry about anyone seeing you two together. “I assumed that we would be taking your personal craft, or…” Teleporting there, you said in your head.
“It has been a while since I’ve rode the aquabus, and I found myself missing the view. …Are you displeased with that idea?”
“No, not at all,” you shook your head. “I like riding it too.” Although now you understood why Neuvillette wanted you to wake up early.
Just as you approached the station, a woman with long dark hair called out to Neuvillette. “Good morning, Monsieur Neuvillette.”
“Ah, Clorinde,” Neuvillette greeted the woman. “I didn’t expect to see you here so early.”
“I’m just about to start my morning jog,” Clorinde said. The name sounded familiar to you, although you couldn’t place where you heard it before. She looked at you. “And who is this?”
“Ah, let me introduce you,” Neuvillette said. “This is Miss [Name], a friend of mine. Miss [Name], this is Clorinde, my subordinate.”
“Always a pleasure to meet a friend of Monsieur Neuvillette,” she said and extended her hand, which you shook. “Where are you two headed so early?”
“We’re going on an outing to Erinnyes Forest,” you said.
“I see,” Clorinde’s piercing violet eyes scanned the two of you and landed on the picnic basket carried by Neuvillette. “A fine way to spend a day off. I’m a bit jealous.”
“Jealous?” Neuvillette looked genuinely alarmed. “Do you not receive enough breaks? Perhaps I should—” Then he glanced at you and cleared his throat. “No, what I mean is—"
“Oh no, that wasn’t what I was referring to,” Clorinde shook her head. You thought you saw her smiling a bit. “Well, I won’t keep you two any longer. Enjoy your outing.”
She then jogged away. You and proceeded to enter the empty station building.
“Clorinde…” you muttered to yourself in the elevator, and then it came to you. “Oh, Clorinde! She’s the strongest Champion Duelist, right?”
You heard about her, but you had never watched her duels.
“Yes, that’s right.”
“Wouldn’t it have been problematic for her to see us together?” Luckily, you had decided to wear gloves today, just in case. As far as you knew, nothing had come out of that impromptu run-in from last month, but one could never be too careful.
“I wouldn’t worry too much. Clorinde is a trustworthy person and not the type to spread gossip. I think the two of you would make good friends, actually.”
“Hmm…if you say so.” What would you even talk about with a Champion Duelist?
As the elevator ascended to the Navia Line platform, you couldn’t help but think back to spring, when you had similarly got into an elevator with Neuvillette. At that time, you two were near strangers. But now, you were friends. And married. And going on an Archon-mandated date/honeymoon.
Fate was truly a strange thing.
The elevator reached the second floor. The aquabus was already there, which you guessed was arranged by Neuvillette. The Melusine in charge of the Navia Line, Elphane, waved when she saw you two.
“Good morning, Monsieur and Madame Neuvillette!” she said. Her voice sounded unusually chipper. You had met Elphane a few times, and you found her to be the prickly type. But you supposed that like her sisters, she softened up considerably in Neuvillette’s presence.
“Good morning, Elphane,” Neuvillette said as he helped you onto the aquabus. “My apologies for asking you to get up so early.”
“Anything for you, Monsieur Neuvillette,” Elphane said, even as she let out a yawn. “Shall we be off, then?”
The two of you nodded, and the aquabus set off. The bird’s eye view of the city soon spread out before your eyes. You could see more people in the streets now. The sky was now a light blue. The wind blowing through your hair felt nice.
Perhaps it was the steady speed of the aquabus travelling along the rail or the quiet chatter between Elphane and Neuvillette, but you suddenly felt a wave of drowsiness sweep over you. Try as you might to keep your eyes open, they seemed determined to close.
I’ll just rest my eyes a little bit, you thought. I hope I don’t fall overboard.
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citadelofmythoughts · 4 months
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How would you label/explain the dynamic between each pair of RWBY girls?
Ruby and Yang seem simple on the surface since they're sisters but you throw in Yang being a substitute parent for Ruby for her formative years and then Ruby being team leader it makes things complicated. Right now, I'd say they're mostly normal siblings but with this undercurrent between them where Yang is still worried about Ruby's safety and mental state and Ruby having a need for Yang's approval.
Weiss and Ruby are essentially what you see on the surface. They're good partners and good friends with a strong bond between them. Even if they don't always know how to help each other with their deeper traumas they'll work through it.
Weiss and Yang - I feel like they've been best friends since toward the end of V5. It's a teasing, fun friendship but you get the impression that they're ride or die for each other. Weiss is, of course, so happy that Yang and Blake finally confessed because she's been there for nearly the entire thing.
Blake and Ruby - They haven't interacted a lot but they definitely have mutual respect for each other and I think that in time they'll become even closer since they're pretty much related at this point. I can see them settling into a very friendly sisterly relationship.
Weiss and Blake....There's still some distance there. I know they care about each other but they're not very demonstrative about it but between Weiss standing up for Blake during her talk with Yang in V5 and Blake standing by Weiss' side and holding her hand when she confronted Jacques in V7 you can see that they're family.
And that leaves....
Blake and Yang - Do I really need to say it? Partners to friends to lovers. So much respect, so much admiration, so much LOVE.
Theirs is a relationship that has been tested over and over again and they've fought so hard to be together and are so much stronger for it.
And in combat they're unstoppable, seemingly able to read each others thoughts.
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isa-ghost · 6 days
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Isa my darling! Happy Birthday, albeit a couple of days early.
Seeing you screech in Philza's streams because Apollo hit you with that dodgeball yet again makes me giggle a lot.
How about since headcanon's for qPhilza's past/pre island relationship with qFit. How they got to know each other, and how quickly they became friends?
Idr if I said this on Tumblr yet but deadass I asked Apollo on my pendulum if qPhil is his blorbo and he said yes. He's been as invested in shit as me and it's been hilarious. I literally have crows yelling at me irl to keep writing rn but I'm answering headcanons first.
The entire time I've been distracted between writing these, crows have been yelling at me about it. Which. Is how Apollo communicates with me when I'm not actively talking to him through readings LMFAO.
Also thank you for the birthday wish :D [desperately hoping nothing else horrible happens this weekend please god]
Anyway qPhil headcanons masterlist let's go
Disclaimer that I didn't know of Fit before QSMP (I've only been in mcyt for 4 years monkaS) so these are gonna be largely pulled out of my ass and a lil repetitive.
These two both have experiences in anarchy and war, they've definitely brushed shoulders a couple times bc of it
They admired each other's work ofc. Phil is a macro scale kinda guy, total annihilation and victory that makes a statement. Fit's more of a micro scale kinda guy, zeroing in on one person or group individually and making their lives hell until the end in the name of surviving a little longer
On that note, I think we all sleep a little bit on the fact that Fit is Also a survivalist like Phil, just in a very different set of high stakes conditions. These two are equally skilled in it and equally sharp strategists
On that note, anyone who knew them from the past would fear the idea of them coming together to create a plan of any kind, especially of the anarchist-fueled variety. If the Federation has done their research right, they should know full well how terrifying this duo could be in an effort to dismantle their authority
Btw by brushing shoulders I don't just mean brief passings by, I mean they've like. Camped out for a night together, temporarily truced for the sake of safety in numbers, etc. More than a few conversations have been had even if the time they've spent together totals to less than a week.
However, even when they weren't actively paired together, they'd still occasionally trade or gift each other surplus resources. It was a genuine kind act, even if it simultaneously served as a reason for each of them to not come after the other. I scratch your back, you scratch mine.
Like why do you think Fit was one of the first threats on Phil's mind in Purgatory. He Knew(tm). And he knew Fit has an affinity for picking off the weak first, like a lion after a herd of antelope. To him, Purgatory was the awakening of a monster who'd been dormant for a long time.
See, present day they're QPR as fuck, they'd never do this now without 10x the pressure Purgatory put on them, but back in the day they took close notes on each other's strengths and weaknesses. Just In Case, yknow? They could very much kill each other. Back in the day they would've if it came to it, no matter how good an ally they were.
Something about how these two used to be so cold and hard to the world. Be it to self-preserve or some other reason. Something about how now they've both softened and warmed after becoming parents. They never could've imagined the other would "weaken" like this, especially back then.
Phil 🤝🏻 Fit - Phil being a historian of the deities/builds of his Hardcore World, Fit being a historian of 2B2T
A lot of this boils down to mutual respect, common interests, and secret admiration tbh. And what's more homoerotic than that?
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fifteen ~ b.b (part 2)
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benedict bridgerton x fem!reader
During the summer of her fifteenth year, Y/n L/n realizes the nature of her affections for her best friend Benedict Bridgerton. All the while, the Bridgerton family continually grows exasperated with the pair’s stolen glances and longing stares. 
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a/n: here she is!! sorry if she's a bit late huhuuu i went in a different direction than originally planned bc i saw the potential in friends to lovers also i wanted more of that mutual respect and admiration. and im a sucker for idiots yearning for each other. once again i experimented with writing styles. pls feel free to spew feedback :) 
warnings: horrible ending (my apologies in advance, my English is not that great), annoyed family, agonizing amounts of mutual pining with no resolution (at least not yet), benedict bridgerton (his cuteness deserves its own warning, proceed with caution)
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August 13, 1801
Dearest Benedict, 
Oh, how I wish you could be here. The word beautiful would be an insult to such magnificence as this. My mother continues to describe Venice as lovely but I fear the English language has yet to create a word to encapsulate the awe I am feeling for every breath I take here. There is so much scenery for the eyes to feast on, I fear I may be blinded. No doubt that you, the incredible painter that you are, could spend an entire lifetime here and never stop. When I am not reading or strolling about the gardens and statues, I think of you. I think of how you would love it here. I think of how you would see it, through those artistic eyes of yours. How you would wax poetic about every single blade of grass. How I would still be enraptured by your words.
I do hope you never get bored of my rambling. I am buzzing with anticipation of every letter from you and news of Mayfair. As much as I love home, excitement flows through the air in Venice so I have much to tell you in the coming days. I send your family all my love. Send me any of your poetry, how I treasure them so. 
With love, 
Y/n 
Every morning of the summer of his fifteenth year, Benedict Bridgerton awoke bright and early with one purpose in mind: to await the letters from his most cherished friend, Y/n L/n, whose family had decided to travel across Europe once more. And usually, everywhere Y/n went, Benedict followed like a lost puppy but as it was, his parents drew the line at following her all the way to Venice. Benedict had never been separated from her for such a long time before, and so, whenever he was not reading or awaiting her letters, he spent his time moping. 
And every morning of the past two months, the thunderous rumbling of Benedict's shoes dashing down the stairs had served as the alarm for the awakening of his family. Not because they wanted to, mind you, but rather because every morning, Benedict eagerly sprinted down the stairs with no regard for the other occupants of the house. Every step he took boomed like an earthquake throughout the staircase. When he awoke, everyone else followed suit.
Upon landing on the first floor, Benedict inquired with the maids and footmen and upon realizing that no letters had been delivered yet, he sulked his way to the drawing-room and flung himself on the sofa, waiting in sour suspense.
The family consensus was that the sooner Y/n returned, the better. In the meantime, Benedict was not to be reminded of anything related to her, which proved to be no small task since Benedict spent every waking moment hopelessly pining for his dear friend. And while he always referred to her as his ‘dearest friend’, almost all of Mayfair knew he meant ‘queen of his heart’. 
He brightened whenever she walked into a room but dimmed when she left. When Y/n spoke, Benedict listened with all his senses captivated by her. His eyes naturally gravitated toward her, finding her in every soiree and smiling when he did. He kept every little memento of their time together from flower pressings to books they read to each other. On top of all that, all of his sketchbooks were filled to the brim with drawings and sketches of Y/n’s features. Her eyes. Her smile. Her lips. Her hair. Her hands. Even more so now that she was gone since Benedict took irrational measures to ensure he would never forget her lovely face. 
While she was there, his pining was only tiresome. The staring. The gazing. The sketching. But with Y/n gone, it became unbearable. 
So when her latest letter arrived a few hours later during breakfast, the entire family breathed a humongous sigh of relief. For now, Benedict was satisfied. Lord and Lady Bridgerton share glances at each other, reminiscing their own lovestruck youth. Anthony and Colin sport matching looks of smug smirks, no doubt to tease their middle brother once they corner him after the meal. On the other hand, Daphne and Eloise search their older brother’s expression for a sign of what was on his mind. Would his pining grow worse? Would the sisters have to vacate the premises to escape him? 
But all of his family's reactions fade away as he tears through the soft, creamy envelope that bore subtle hints of Y/n’s distinct floral scent. His eyes rapidly devoured the contents of the paper. With every word lovingly written in her handwriting, Benedict could hear her melodious voice speaking in his ear. So far, her family was touring Venice at the moment. He reread the letter three times before letting out a breath, tracing the closing words at the edge of the page.
With love, Y/n 
Her salutations always changed like the weather depending on the events of her day, the urgency of her writing, or the ardor of her spirit, but her farewell remained the same: 
With love, Y/n
Benedict couldn’t help himself but let a giddy smile spread across his face. He brought his hand to cover up his face and looked down but with how wide he was grinning and how bright his eyes were shining, it was no use. Everyone around the table could see it. Who knows, Y/n could probably see it all the way in Venice (if she looked hard enough). 
Without another word, Benedict rushes out of the room. His stomping shoes disrupt the quiet of the otherwise peaceful meal. Everyone, sans Colin who eyed his brother's half-eaten breakfast, followed Benedict with their eyes as he sprinted his way to his room. No one had to ask. They all knew what he was doing. 
"Mother, what is that saying about love and how irrational one acts without it?", Daphne asks from the end of the table with a curious albeit teasing tone.
Eloise pipes up across her, "Oh, I know! I know! I am stupider without the other half of my brain" 
A booming laugh erupts from Lord Bridgerton, who always appreciated Eloise's snark (no matter how much her mother disapproved). 
"Eloise, we do not call other people stupid" Lady Bridgerton reprimands her daughter. After a second she adds as an afterthought, "No matter how irrational they may be acting" 
Snickers and chuckles ripple through the table. Not necessarily directed at Benedict only, though all of the family could agree that he was nonsensical nowadays. 
"But Mama, what is the saying?" Daphne asks once more. 
Lord Bridgerton reaches for his wife's hand and looks into her eyes before answering, "The saying, darling Daphne, is that absence makes the heart grow fonder" 
As he declared those words, upstairs, Benedict was rummaging for paper to pen his reply. The world fades out again as all he thinks of is seeing Y/n again. How will their reunion be? When will it be? Has she changed? Will their friendship change? Will they still be friends? 
He brushed those thoughts away. All that matters now was the letter at hand. He writes as if at any moment he is to be struck by lightning, quick and frenzied, all the words pouring like water as he scrambles to collect his most important thoughts. I miss you, he writes twice. No matter how forward that may seem, it does not make it any less true. He misses her, with his heart and soul. 
Absence makes the heart grow fonder.  
Oh, indeed. 
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Two days later and nearly a thousand miles away, Y/n L/n was pacing back and forth along one of the most breathtaking villas she’s ever seen. But her breathing came in shallow and ragged puffs of air. Her clip-clopping footsteps were short and hurried. Her eyesight was growing so blurry she could not even appreciate the view before her, too preoccupied with the scrambling thoughts buzzing in her head.
You see, five days earlier, Y/n had sent another letter to her friend Benedict Bridgerton and the consequences of her actions had finally caught up to her. Their correspondence may seem insignificant, perhaps mundane, but it is a given rule by the Ton that unmarried ladies cannot write to unmarried gentlemen. 
And though neither of them was considered out in society yet, their letters may still be considered quite scandalous, especially coming from respectable families. Especially if her words were taken out of context. 
Dearest Benedict, 
With love, Y/n
If the Ton, or heaven forbid her mother, ever got ahold of her letters, both their families would be shunned from society. It would break her family’s heart to see her undone, all before she could be presented before the queen. And Y/n could never forgive herself if she were the cause of the tarnishing of the Bridgerton name.  
But maybe she’s getting ahead of herself. 
She breathes in, sitting down on a bench while she collects her bearings. 
Benedict has proven time and time again that he can be trusted with her innermost thoughts and secrets. She’s sure that he would never let anyone read their private letters, seeing as they were written and read for their eyes only. He would never betray her like that. 
She breathes out, but then new questions sprout into her mind. 
What would the recipient himself think of the letters? 
Was she too irritating? Too conceited? Was she too forward? How would Benedict see her then? If he thought of the letter as romantic? Would he be disgusted? Would he turn her away? Would he disregard their friendship? 
But among all the loud booming voices of her anxieties, a little one in the back of her mind asked, what does it matter what he thinks? 
Well, Y/n tried to reason to herself, Benedict was her friend. It is normal to seek approval from a friend. To know what they think of you, if they think of you with as high a regard as you do for them. It is also normal to miss your dear friend. To look at the stars outside your window and wonder if they are looking at the same ones. To recall the sound of their laughter, playing it in a loop in your head every night before you sleep. To yearn for a simple touch. To ponder their thoughts and to lament the distance between you. To ache for their words, so much so that you wake every dawn to await every letter. Like she had every day since her travel started. 
That was normal, right? 
She could miss her friends in Mayfair. She misses Eloise and her poorly concealed snorts of laughter. She misses Penelope and her shrewd eye. She misses Daphne and her devoted sensibility.  But Benedict… 
Her yearning for Benedict is different. Different in a way that she cannot describe yet. She set her eyes on the view before her, pondering how she could paint her feelings in words. 
All she knows is that… her longing(?) for his companionship runs deeper. Sadder. Lonelier. More than any longing she feels for anyone else at home. 
Home 
Benedict is home.
Now, where did that thought come from? 
It is true though, the little voice in her head insists. When she thinks of home, she thinks of the green, green grass of the Bridgerton estate. The hustle and bustle of their home. How quiet her house is compared to theirs. How her eyes search for Benedict in every room only to find him staring and smiling back at her. She thinks of Benedict. Everything reminding her of home reminds her of him. His smile. His laugh. His eyes. 
Now that kind of thinking… that is not so normal. 
But that doesn’t have to mean anything, does it? 
Unless… 
Unless what? The little voice in her head will not quiet down. 
Unless…
Oh. 
Oh 
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Nearly two months later, Benedict found himself the past three days sitting in front of the windowsill as his eyes scanned every passing carriage, trying to discern every passenger. His razor-sharp focus distracted him from his repeatedly bouncing leg. A tic that was slowly driving everyone in the room insane. More insane than all of his hopeless pining. 
Now, why has Benedict been situating himself to the window? 
The answer to that lies folded in his hands. Three mornings ago, Y/n wrote to him with only seven words. 
Dear Benedict, 
I'm coming home. 
Love, Y/n 
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Whump! 
The sound made when Y/n ran into Benedict’s arms. He spun her around a few times with a smile on his face and his nose buried in her neck. 
Thump! 
The sound made when they tumbled to the ground. 
In Y/n’s defense, what else do you expect her to do when she sees the object of her affections for the first time after a whole summer? And what else was Benedict supposed to do? Not welcome the girl- nay, woman- he loves with literal open arms? 
Y/n laughs at the sudden fall. At least before she realizes that she is on top of Benedict. And before she realizes that he has been silently staring at her the whole time. Have his eyes always been this blue? Like the sea after the storm? 
She looks into his eyes, lost in them, unable to say a word. Her tongue is tied because everything she wants to say cannot be said yet. It would not only be awkward but improper as well to say them at a time like this. 
I miss you. 
I miss you. 
I miss you.
I’m sorry it took me eight years to realize I am in love with you. 
Before the impromptu staring contest can continue, Benedict clears his throat and remembers where they are, breaking Y/n’s trance. She stands up and extends her hand to him and he takes it. When he finally stands up, he doesn’t let go. Instead, he brings it to his lips and plants a lingering kiss on her hand. All while looking at her with his piercing gaze. 
Y/n grows warm with a mixture of giddiness and surprise. Benedict had never kissed her in any way before and her heart soared at the new show of affection. She wouldn’t have minded if he did it again at some point. She smiles dopily before directing her eyes to the ground, thankful that they weren’t in public but standing before the grand entryway of the Bridgerton House. 
“I take it that you missed me, then?” Benedict asks coyly. 
Did he read my mind? I- 
“What gave me away?” Y/n answers much too quickly. 
“Nothing really. I just guessed from the look on your face before you tackled me to the ground” He has the audacity to smirk. Oh, Lord. 
"Wha- Tackle? I di- I-I did not tackle you to the ground." Y/n retorts, trying to maintain at least some of her dignity. 
“Oh, really? What would you call it then?” He really is smug today, adorable bastard.
Y/n doesn’t resist utilizing some of her newfound knowledge, “Well, the Italians would call it a cadere or a tumble.”
Benedict slowly crosses his arms, “My, my, my. Are you showing off, dear Y/n? Didn’t know you had it in you. Your travels have changed you.” 
She straightens her spine a little more and raises her chin, meeting his eyes with a determined gaze. 
“Summer has changed me." She continues, "Though I will admit that the travels were a great contributing factor. Do you know how incredible it is to witness such beauty?” She asked sincerely, her eyes softening. 
Looking at Y/n, with her hair illuminated by the sunlight filtering through the window, creating a halo around her head. With her small smile playing on her lips whenever she spoke to him, with her flushed cheeks from all the excitement, looking more like an angel every day. He smiled. I do know. 
Just then, Lady Bridgerton came in. 
“Ah, I thought I heard your voice! And I see that Benedict is already stealing all of your company away.” 
“Mother, please do not spread lies like that. Daphne or Colin might hear you” 
“But I did hear Y/n’s voice. And here she is. That is no lie, Benedict”, Lady Bridgerton is nothing but accustomed to any of her son’s shenanigans. 
“What I meant was, I didn’t steal Y/n. I am the one she came to see anyway.” He smugly regains his composure while Y/n darts her eyes between mother and son frantically. 
She exclaims a bit louder than she intended, “Good morning, Lady Bridgerton! Forgive me for not greeting you sooner!” She curtsies a little too hurriedly that she stumbles but Benedict is there to hold her arms to steady her before she falls down again. 
“Good morning to you too, Miss L/n. Will you join us for tea? Maybe regale us with tales of your travels? Benedict might benefit from it since he is yet to go on his Tour…” Lady Bridgerton is also nothing if not clever. 
Y/n looked at Benedict standing beside her, a playful quirk emerging on the corner of her lips. “I would be honored to”, she answered, never taking her eyes off him.
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“Now, was this before or after you fell into a lake?” Benedict asks before taking a sip of tea. 
Y/n’s eyes widen as she turns her head, checking to see if anyone within the vicinity heard Benedict’s words. She slowly turns to look at him to find him hiding his smirk with a cup of tea. Somewhat infuriated, she grabs the side of his shirt to pull him close enough so she could whisper into his ear, “I wrote that to you in confidence.” 
He continues sipping his tea with a smirk, “Y/n, there is no one here beside us. Thankfully, my mother took the hint that two friends should be allowed to catch up with supervision.” 
Y/n shrugs and blinks at her teacup, tilting her head, then taking a sip. “I suppose that is fair.” 
Benedict claps his hands twice to direct her attention to him again. “Well then, now that is out of the way. Continue with tales of your travels, dear Miss L/n. How does it feel to be a lady of culture?” 
“Correction: a woman of culture”, she corrects him. 
“Now that you are a woman of culture, do you still hold a love for Mayfair? For England?”, Benedict pouts. 
Y/n looks at him affronted and starts passionately, “Why yes, as a matter of fact, I do. My family passed by the Lake District just about North of here and oh Benedict, it’s just-” 
She sighs and closes her eyes, then snaps out of her trance and- 
Gasp
Slightly mortified, Y/n continues, “Well, now that I think about it, maybe you should not go there”
She quickly becomes unusually quiet. Sipping her tea and taking dainty bites off the plate of biscuits, refusing to look Benedict in the eye.
“And why ever not? What could possibly taint your perspective? After all your praise in your letters?", Benedict asks. 
Y/n sighs before continuing, “If you must know, it is because upon exploring, I found the lakes where all the poets went to die. And no scenery, no matter how exquisite, is worth you dying”
Benedict is stunned silent, his jaw hanging open. He closes and opens his mouth repeatedly to form words but nothing comes out until-
“You overestimate my abilities, dear Y/n. I am not nearly as great an artist as you think I am”, he says, trying to mask his insecure words with a small smile.
Y/n is having none of that. She faces him, finding his eyes and unabashedly staring into them to prove her point. 
“And I think you do not believe in yourself, not nearly half as much as I do. Benedict, you have more creative talent in a single eyelash than I do in my entire body. Why can't you see tha-" 
Benedict drops his cup down and takes her face into his warm hands so she cannot look away from his gaze. She represses a shiver, not that he notices.  
“Now see, that is where I draw the line. Do not diminish yourself, Y/n. Not for anybody. Not for your mother, your father, and most certainly not for me” 
She meets his gaze head-on with a steady stare of her own and holds onto his wrists. Both of them are stubborn and unwilling to concede. They remain that way for a while. With his hands on her face. Her hands around his wrists. Gazing into each other's eyes. Trying to harden their stare, instead finding the other's eyes softening. After God knows how long, it is Benedict who breaks the silence. 
"Sit for me."
Whatever words Y/n was expecting, it was certainly not that. 
"I beg your pardon?", she asks. 
"If you truly, truly believe in my artistry-"
"I do" 
"Then sit for a painting. My painting If you don't mind", he pleads. 
"...But why me?"
"Why ever not you, Y/n, have you ever seen your face in a mirror?" 
Y/n grows more and more flustered, but she refuses to let it show. 
"Why me? Why not your sisters? Or your mother? Or any other beauty of Mayfair?", she rambles. 
"You're the only beauty of Mayfair"
"Don't let Daphne hear you say that"
Benedict whines exasperated that she is not taking this seriously. 
"I want to paint you. Just you, Y/n. Just you." 
She stills and mulls it over, taken aback by his solemnity.
There's no harm to it really. All I have to do is sit still and look pretty. Maybe talk to him a bit. Talking to Benedict is always easy. Maybe watch him paint. See the cute little scrunch of his nose when he concentrates- Y/n, focus! 
"I would be honored", she finally rewards him with a large grin. 
He breathes out, a smile gracing his lips. 
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this" 
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“What on Earth do I do with my hands?”, Y/n asked as she fidgeted into her seat in front of the window. 
Just moments ago, she walked around the room in frantic steps with all her hair flying about. Her eyes were wild with panic and slight anxiousness. Her hands trembled as she adjusted her dress, minute to minute. To anyone looking at her and only her, she might have appeared as somewhat of a mad woman. But to Benedict, he saw the love of his life his best friend being herself. 
“Well, I would suggest folding them in your lap but I know that you cannot sit still for a single minute without moving”, Benedict really shouldn’t be looking that pleasing pleased while wearing a smirk. 
“Would you rather I wring your neck with my hands around it?!”  
Then, he starts laughing. 
Laughing. 
This bastard-
“Benedict!” 
He chuckles, wheezing, before answering, “Am I wrong though?” 
“Christ, Benedict, do you want your painting or not?”, she asks, trying to hide a smile. 
“Well, I do, but I still want my muse to be comfortable”
Y/n’s cheeks grow warm at the words muse.  
“What do you suggest I do then? About my hands?”, for emphasis she flails her arms a little too madly, nearly causing Benedict to burst into fits of laughter again. She smiles widely at the little amused shake of his head. 
“Do whatever feels natural, Y/n”, he sits less formally. “Even if it means you look like a confused flamingo” 
She gasps, affronted. “Aren’t your subjects supposed to stay still for you to= I don’t know- capture their features clearly?” 
“Oh please, Y/n, you need not worry about that. I know your features quite well, I’ve been staring at them for the past eight years” 
How on Earth is he saying these things so casually? He’s been staring at me? 
Wait, that’s normal for friends. Don’t get ahead of yourself, you goose.
“.....Y/n?”, Benedict asks after she’s been too quiet for long. 
“Hmm?”, she shakes her head out of her trance. 
“As I said, what would feel comfortable for you?”, he leans back on his chair and grabs his paintbrush. 
“Benedict, you need me to sit still and I want your painting to be good and quite frankly it is taking everything in me right now not to pace back and forth but how can you paint me if I move about?” 
“...Would you like to take a walk?” 
Y/n smiles, “I love to walk”
“I know you do” 
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“Mother, we have to do something. This is agonizing”, said Colin, as the rest of the Bridgerton clan watched Benedict paint Y/n after their equally nauseating walk.    
“Agonizing? My, my, Colin, how you exaggerate”, replied Lady Bridgerton to her third son as she exchanged glances with her husband. 
“Oh no, Mother, for once I agree with my brother on this one. You should have seen them when they first saw each other this morning. It was pure agony”, Eloise piped in, standing next to Colin. 
“You were watching them, El?”, asked Anthony with a teasing tone. 
“No, I was not! I just caught Ben staring at Y/n with hearts in his eyes. It makes me want to vomit just looking at them, my god!”
Daphne quips from the piano, “At least Y/n is discreet about her affection.” 
“Y/n? Discreet? HA! Look at them right now!”, Anthony exclaims. 
All of their heads turned to the scene before them: Benedict carefully painting Y/n’s hands as she scribbled at her notebook and Y/n sneaking little glances at the little scrunch of Benedict’s nose and smiling to herself. 
“Does Benedict truly not notice?”, Colin asks. 
Eloise answers, “He is too caught up in his painting of her and I quote, ‘pretty hands’”
“He really said that?”, Daphne asks. 
Anthony sighs and rolls his eyes, “We’ve all seen his sketchbook. If he didn’t say it, we know he’s thinking it.” 
Colin questions, “Does Y/n know about the sketchbook?”
“If she did, they would be engaged by now”, Daphne replies. 
“I beg your pardon, Daph, but I don’t think so. Y/n would never interpret the sketchbook as ‘affection’”,  Anthony quips. 
“Well, what would she interpret as his affection?” 
Anthony answers, “Nothing unless he drops to his knee and proposes” 
Colin rolls his eyes, “God, she’s oblivious”
“I’m starting to wonder if she’s blind. I mean, no woman is this dense”, Eloise exclaims. 
“And I’m wondering what dramatics have taken over my children this fine morning!” Lord Bridgerton asks the room, causing his family to turn to him. 
Anthony starts, “Father, do not tell me that you can stomach more of this hopeless pining from both of them-”
“When we could end it right now!”, continues Eloise. 
“I’m sorry, children, but this is a moment that the pair must realize on their own”, Lord Bridgerton calmly replies. 
“But this is torture!”, exclaims Colin. 
Lady Bridgerton speaks up, “One day, we will laugh at all this. Maybe at their wedding even, but until then, you are not to say a word about either party’s feelings for each other, understood?” 
Reluctantly, all siblings reply, “Yes, Mother.”
“Thank you, and who knows? Maybe Y/n and Benedict will experience this torture when one of you starts their season” 
Collective groans ensue. 
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Hi Acacia!
I'm so happy to see you back here 💕
Anyway for the ship ask game I'd like to ask about Zora x Nebra and Finral x Vanessa. 😉
Hi Lola! Thank you so much for your ask and the welcome back. It's nice to be back, and I'm very excited to answer your ask. Thanks for sending it in and for playing! 💖
Zora x Nebra I honestly never thought about or would have thought about if not for the fandom. I'm not sure I can really imagine my personal perceptions of Zora and Nebra really getting along with each other seeing as they are so different as people and have such wildly different priorities and values, but if they did manage to come to appreciate, respect, and even admire their differences (as they do in some of the great fics I've had the pleasure to read about them 😊), then I could definitely support the ship. I can also see how the banter they might have would be fun and entertaining. I just personally don't have much of an opinion on it or any clear ideas on how it would happen or what their interactions with each other would be like, so I'd say I'm pretty neutral on this one personally, but I do see the appeal. ^^
Finral x Vanessa is a favorite pairing of mine for sure, though I also love them in a purely platonic sense as well. I did the big write up about them here, but to summarize, the Finral and Vanessa dynamic whether romantic or platonic has always been one of my favorite things in all of Black Clover. They just know each other so well, are so good for each other, and just care for each other so much and so deeply as friends. They're basically platonic soulmates in my opinion. For that reason, there is definitely a part of me that doesn't want to change the dynamic at all and doesn't want it to go to a romantic place. It is so beautiful and so healthy just as friendship and the world needs more examples of healthy, deep, and platonic relationships (and male-female friendships especially!), but... on the other hand, I'll admit imagining their friendship taking a more romantic turn someday is a huge guilty pleasure for me.
I'm usually not much into romance in fiction or in real life, but best friends to lovers (when it's done well) can really get to me, and in this particular case, I think, after everything Vanessa and Finral have both been through and suffered in their lives, it's just nice to imagine that they get to have a happy future and a relationship that's comfortable and easy with someone who really understands them—someone who is genuinely supportive and who truly sees them for who they are: both the good and the bad and who chooses to loves them anyway. 🩷💚
And I don't think it is completely impossible for them for find it with each other (even if it's definitely unlikely, especially now that Finral's history with Finesse has been established). While I do believe they are genuinely best friends (and not in any sort of "mutual pining" situation or something like that), the idea of them as a ship does make sense to me because I can imagine their relationship taking a more romantic turn under certain, specific circumstances (that take place way, way in the future after Finral does some serious soul-searching: learns to love himself, kicks that incessant flirting habit, builds confidence, and sorts out what it is that he actually wants, just to name a few things), and I can imagine a world where they could end up romantically interested in each other and happy together in that way, in a relationship that develops healthily and naturally by just building on that strong friendship foundation they already have kind of like the ‘icing on the cake’ of their already amazing bond. It's not impossible, I think, and I'll admit it is something I really enjoy thinking about and sometimes exploring in my fics.
They are definitely in the "guilty pleasure ship" category, but I do think it makes sense (to an extent) and it's extremely compelling for me and one of my favorite canon character x canon character pairings in Black Clover.
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another-lost-mc · 20 days
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Honestly, I could've sworn I saw that blog about you explaining Meta's view about Michael but lost it - which is why I asked again 😭💔
But I was thinking since they're quite close... 👀 Maybe human!MC visits the Celestial realm and meets both Meta and Michael... And stuff got a lil heated. No plot just smut? But also wholesome to the point you get butterflies and a huge grin on your face while reading? Tbh I'm just down bad for the angles 🙏
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Meta x MC x Michael? HELL YEAH!
Something could definitely happen between the three of them. Meta and Michael already have an established friendship, one of mutual respect and admiration. There's always the potential for more, if either of them allowed themselves to consider the possibilities. MC could be the perfect catalyst that brings all of them together.
It's inevitable as their attraction to MC and each other grows and builds up into something thrilling and intense and so damn irresistible. Things could boil over one day if they're all in a secluded part of the gardens together, or perhaps one night when MC can't sleep and finds both of them awake in the dark and quiet library. No one else would think of going there that late, especially not the restricted section that very few angels have access to. None of them are wearing much more than the thin, loose sleep robes that's traditional for that realm. After a bottle of fruit wine is passed between them in one of the library's secluded lounges, who's to say what happens next?
But I also like the slow burn approach too, for a Meta x Michael pair that are a little less impulsive about pursuing their new favourite human. Here's some of the potential set-ups I could see happening:
In an AU where Meta's backstory with Azra exists, maybe he hasn't had any serious relationships since then. When MC comes to the Celestial Realm for their first visit, he's instantly smitten but tries to tell himself it's just his excitement for meeting someone new. Of course, Michael is one of the angels that knows Meta best and can see through his excuses and little lies concerning his growing affections for MC. Maybe they even admit to each other that they both like MC, and Michael would hate to be at odds with his dear friend when there's always the possibility for them to share the one they both want.
If Meta doesn't have a history connected with Azra, maybe he's never had a relationship before. It's the same crush-at-first-sight with him, only it's more awkward (and even more endearing) for Michael to witness because Meta has ZERO experience with anything even slightly romantic or sexual. Of course, Michael is one of his closest friends and a mentor of sorts. Wouldn't it make sense for him to help Meta with all those things he's experiencing with MC for the first time? He only wants the best for his friend. If that means inserting himself into their relationship so he can be there to witness all of their firsts together while he instructs Meta how to kiss and touch and fuck MC, he's not going to complain. Meta and MC feel the fluttery nervousness and excitement of Michael's intense gaze on them both, and when they've had their fill of each other, he'll finally get to have his turn with them too.
And then of course, if we consider the AU for Angels at the Door...perhaps Meta happens to overhear all three of them together one day when he goes to deliver something to Michael's office late one evening, or he catches them getting a bit too frisky in the library? Simeon might impulsively shoo him away, but perhaps Michael and MC have other ideas.
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Hi! ive been in a really big sephgen mood, and i was wondering if you had any hcs about them? Im kinda starving for them ^^’
Tasty Sephgen. The spiciest of ships. My faves.
-They bicker like an old married couple and spar like a couple of rowdy teenagers but are essentially attached at the hip. Sephiroth is extremely close to Angeal but he has always considered Genesis his best friend.
-Mutual crush/infatuation. They cover it up by being extra competitive and aggro towards each other in training. Genesis often tries to get Sephiroth's attention by sleeping around with a lot of people to see how Sephiroth would react. And gets saddened when Sephiroth seems to have no reaction at all, while Sephiroth is inwardly SEETHING. Neither of them actually communicate their feelings to each other. Which often leads to a lot of misunderstandings.
-Genesis IS genuinely jealous of Sephiroth's fame and wants to surpass him someday. Part of it is due to his own insecurity and sense of weakness, part of it is so that he can impress his childhood icon and prove to him that he's worthy. Unfortunately, this leads them into acting like a pair of idiots getting reckless during their fights. Both of them really like fighting and competition, but their inner feelings often give way to things getting very quickly out of hand.
-Despite this, they both respect each other tremendously. When separate from each other, most people immediately pick up on the fact that they talk about each other constantly. And both would be lying through their teeth if they said they didn't spend many sleepless nights...thinking about each other.
-Angeal and Zack are ultimate wingmen, just saying.
-If they were to become an actual item, they'd be excessively physical with each other, and probably would have gotten into a ton of trouble as a result. Not a single segment of Headquarters hasn't been tainted by their...antics 8'D
-Shitty parents on both sides. Neither side approves. Both Sephiroth and Genesis could give less of a fuck.
-Despite all the aggressive intimacy and give and take between them, they are surprisingly very affectionate and attentive to each other. Sephiroth enjoys showering Genesis with attention and praise to the point where the latter gets completely flustered. Genesis, for his part, has a softer side and will be the first one to comfort/be gentle around Sephiroth during one of his post-lab episodes.
-They could probably finish each other's sentences. Both are too embarrassed to bother though.
-They kind of low-key worship each other? Sappy, gooey stares at each other when they think the other isn't looking. BUT also still a bunch of juvenile shit-talking immediately afterwards so that they can cover it up.
-They sometimes sit together and provide very faint, intimate little touches here and there. A hand on an arm. A kind of absent-minded brushing the bangs out of the other's face. Sort of just right up on each other and being casual about it. Sephiroth doesn't like being touched at all, so this is a big deal for him to be like this.
-Sephiroth is lying about Loveless, mostly to go along with Angeal's disdain for it. While he doesn't care about the actual content, he secretly loves hearing Genesis read it aloud.
-Genesis gradually becomes aware of the fact that Sephiroth might not exactly be fully human. He doesn't ever tell Sephiroth this though, probably as a kindness as he knows it could really mess Sephiroth up. If he were to tell him, it would be a very tricky methodical process, one that involves a lot of reassurance.
-Far, FAR into the future where CC never happens? They break down what remains of their barriers and find a level of true harmony away from Shinra, content to just be around each other. Sephiroth has learned what it means to trust and rely on someone, to let them inside. Genesis comes to terms with the fact that he'll never really surpass Sephiroth, but that's okay--he has Sephiroth's undying admiration. A person has seen who he is and what he can do. A person has SEEN Genesis Rhapsodos. And that's more than enough to live on, all he could ever want.
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i guess it’s more of the pure love they have for each other than anything else. obviously with neymessi the playing field isn’t equal because neymar seems to admire leo more than vise versa just to due to skill + character etc. where as gavi + pedri are more equal due to similar age and status although pedri seems to have more skill than gavi (respectfully)
but that pure and raw pining appears to be there for both of the pairs (or at least traces of it in their dynamics) you can see it both on and off the field and everyone around seems to notice it as well + makes lots of jokes about it. never being able to leave one’s side, always whispering to each other, being very physically affectionate. that bond of just “these two won’t leave each other alone” or “they always seem to find each other again” mentality laces between both pedrigavi and neymessi.
also it’s the hot and cold thing as well, or sun and moon!!!!!!!!!! oof course messi = moon/cold neymar = sun/hot
pedri=moon/cold gavi=sun/hot.
that need to balancing each other out, being so different yet they still work so well together is a big similarity in the ships.
of course them being on the same teams before is a big part of it as well, but i still feel like there are similarities for both parties. thanks for reading my rant HAHAHAHA
inch resting! i am trying to get more into contemporary barca (i am a bitter hag and i have a scar in my heart that is preventing me from truly embracing them but that wound is slowly healing) so i love long, intense missives like this that give me something to gnaw on.
i do like the "simple boy with his bananas and vision" meets "i'm going to fucking kill you, i am the antichrist" dynamic (or as you more poetically put it, sun/moon) so if you have any multimedia or further screeds about why you love them I am HERE FOR IT. i also like an even playing field, mutual respect, as that's like. the dream. and tbh very xavi/iniesta coded! also fic recs are welcome lol.
thank you for dropping by and please come again, i beg!
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Summary: When Senator Palpatine of Naboo is nominated for High Chancellor of the Galactic Republic, he becomes targeted by an unknown assassin. The Jedi Council assigns Master Qui-Gon Jinn and his Padawan learner Obi-Wan Kenobi to protect the Senator. To Obi-Wan’s great frustration, their protection detail includes Palpatine’s adopted son Anakin Skywalker, who fosters an unusual hatred for the Jedi Order. Their tumultuous relationship will shape galactic history for years to come as the galaxy grows darker under the influence of a Sith hidden in plain sight.
A story told in three parts during Palpatine’s rise to power as Chancellor, the early Clone Wars, and the end of the Clone Wars.
Read on AO3 (from the beginning)
Read on AO3 (Chapter 3)
Chapter Excerpt:
Together the pair walked out of the apartment and down towards the lift. As they got in, Anakin pressed the button for the rooftop garden. It was one of the few places Palpatine wouldn’t get annoyed at him for going to. Anakin eyed the lightsaber at Obi-Wan’s hip, curious about it. Obi-Wan caught him staring and shifted, turning so it was out of direct view.
“Can I see it? Your lightsaber?”
“Absolutely not,” Obi-Wan said with a slight shake of his head. “It is a weapon, not a toy.”
“I don’t see why I have to place my trust in a weapon I’ve never even seen up close,” Anakin said with a small pout. “Come on, Obi-Wan. Please?”
Silence fell over the pair, and Anakin watched the indecision flicker across Obi-Wan’s face. He sighed and pulled the lightsaber off his belt. As he was about to hand it to Anakin, he drew his hand back, narrowing his eyes at Anakin.
“This weapon is my life. Do you understand how significant it is for me to even let you hold it?”
“Are you flirting with me, Obi-Wan?”
The words slipped out before Anakin could think twice. He sputtered for a moment, about to joke it off, but he couldn’t think of anything to say. Obi-Wan’s eyes widened, and he stuttered, unable to form a coherent thought. Something about seeing him flustered made Anakin’s breath catch in his chest. He reached out and took the lightsaber, turning it over in his hands. He traced a finger over the silver of the metal. The kyber crystal within it softly hummed. It was content, much different than the one within Anakin’s lightsaber.
A soft ding indicated they had reached the gardens. Stepping out, Anakin walked over to the small gazebo and ignited the lightsaber.
“Be careful,” Obi-Wan said, rushing forward after him.
“Relax, I won’t cut off my hand. I’m not a child.”
Swinging the lightsaber a few times, Anakin admired the shimmer it gave off. It glowed a bright blue. Anakin resisted the urge to twirl the lightsaber around. It would immediately give away that he had used the weapon before. Turning it off again, Anakin handed it back to Obi-Wan.
“It looks cool,” he said with a shrug.
“Cool? It’s an elegant weapon, not some overly complicated blaster.” He attached the lightsaber back to his belt. “This weapon could mean life or death for us.”
With a shrug, Anakin walked over and sat in the gazebo. Obi-Wan sat across from him, having regained his calm. “I still don’t see how that thing is supposed to protect me. You should show me.”
“A Jedi shouldn’t show off.”
“Why not? What’s the harm?”
“It’s just not—”
“Please?” Anakin said softly, and he reached out to touch Obi-Wan’s wrist, causing his breath to hitch.
“Fine, if you insist.”
Obi-Wan pulled away, rushing back down the steps of the gazebo. Before Anakin could speak, he walked back to a small clearing in the rows of hedges and flowers. Leaning over the edge, Anakin watched with a wide grin as Obi-Wan ignited the lightsaber. The blue shimmered, reflecting bright light across Obi-Wan’s face. Anakin couldn’t help but feel a flare of pride at successfully convincing Obi-Wan. There was something special forming between them. A bond born from trust and mutual respect. Anakin had never experienced a relationship like that. Even with Padmé and especially not with his father.
Twirling the blade before him, Obi-Wan launched into a practice of various strikes and swings, demonstrating his mastery with the lightsaber. Anakin watched with wide eyes as Obi-Wan effortlessly danced around the small area, swinging at imaginary enemies and blocking their attacks. His shock shifted into admiration.
Obi-Wan had mastered most of the forms, but Anakin noticed he seemed to favor Ataru. It was the most aggressive form, one that Anakin also preferred. Spinning the lightsaber one final time, Obi-Wan turned back to Anakin with a grin. He switched off his lightsaber and reattached it to his belt, bowing slightly as Anakin clapped.
“Most impressive, Padawan,” Anakin said with a teasing tone. “I guess I was wrong to doubt that I would be safe in your capable hands.” He stood and walked down the gazebo steps, meeting Obi-Wan amongst the flowers.
“Let us hope that you won’t need it,” Obi-Wan said quietly.
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If there is room for me I'd like to participate! Also, if I did this wrong just ignore me. This is for the event.
Gender: female
Sexuality: straight
Appearance: shoulder length brown hair, hazel eyes, freckles on my face, arms and hands, pale vampire skin and glasses.
Likes: Writing, video games, reading, love cats and animals, flowers
Dislikes: Dark religion stuff like horror, coffee, liars,
Personality: I am a loyal person and I am very respectful or at least I try to be. I do admit to being a slow learner and I struggle to wrap my head around things like politics and I hate math. I am very honest with people and I pride myself on it. I am very passionate and animated about things and I have been known to get into fights in my youth, not so much anymore. So, I can get loud. Grew up as an angry child and was the quiet kid. Its taken a while for me to get used to talking to others more and being more activity but I've enjoyed talking to those that I have communicated with. I loved English and history in school but wanted to die before entering gym/PE. I have fought car thieves before so I'm not really afraid of fighting.
Interests (things I'm trying to learn): Psychology, video game development, voice acting, baking/cooking, art, more life skills, knitting and sowing skills.
Hobbies: reading, writing, games, tv shows like Stargate and movies like Tolkien. Fun fact I actually could stand fantasy until I encounter Tolkien and now I can't get enough lol. Collecting books.
Aspirations: I want to be a marriage and family therapist by my late twenties. And I will be working in schools with special needs children in approximately two years.
Flaws: Bad self talk, OCD, venerability issues, trust issues, mommy issues, and many others
Fears: I don't like spiders and moths, I am afraid of what life will be like when my Dad passes, I am afraid of what the Rapture and being left behind, and not being good enough.
Any other info that might help: I have a big family of six members. Two older brothers, and my twin sister paired with my divorced parents. I and my brothers don't get along really because of some previous disagreements but I try.
I hope this was enough for y'all to work with! Hope you have fun!
. ˚◞♡ 𝒗𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆'𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒖𝒑𝒔 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍◞ ₊˚
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⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ “ you are paired with . . . ” ꒱ 
you have been paired with our mercenary reaper himself, yize 9948e! he values and admires your loyalty seeing as it is hard to come by, especially in his world. he adores how passionate you are about the things in general as you bring to him a spark that he thought he has lost. your honesty is also another aspects that yize finds truly attractive. the interest in voice acting is something that he finds interesting, specifically because yize himself has the unique ability to mimic the distinct sounds of animals. he understands what it is like to talk bad of one’s self and sympathises with you a lot, trying his utmost hardest to get you out of it. your trust issues in particular are something that he can also understand, seeing as though he has them as well. the both of you are working through it together. yize finds it admirable that you have such a variety of interests and are trying to learn more about them, he’s always there to motivate you into following your dreams. he’ll aid you in any way that he possibly can with your aspirations. 
˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍰 ꒱ 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔 ⊹ ۪
˖ ࣪ ଓ while he may not share much mutual interest or know too much about your hobbies, he still *adores* watching you doing all of them, whether it is writing, reading, doing your book collecting — even just watching fantasy series and movies with you, though, he’s not watching what’s on the screen is all you need to know <3
˖ ࣪ ଓ on the topic of book collecting. he will take you out to any and all book store and corner that he stumbles by on his missions at work, taking you with them when he’s got the time, so that you can find books that you have been looking for everywhere but has failed to find — and usually, with yizé’s luck, you find those books. there is nothing he enjoys more than watching a bright and excited smile appear on your face.
˖ ࣪ ଓ whenever yize sees you, one of his first things to do is gently trace his fingers around the freckles on your face, shoulders, arms and hands, giving some of them small kisses to hear your hums and watch you relax into his touch, keeping you safe from the world after a very long day.
˖ ࣪ ଓ like previously mentioned, yize has quite the interest in voice acting, and will often sit down and do random voice lines with you he composed throughout the day so that the two of you can have fun with acting them out — along with the voice acting, he enjoys art, even if he is absolutely horrible at it. he gets so happy whenever he sees you drawing, even happier if it is him that you are drawing. many of your other interests do intrigue him quite a lot as well, such as; knitting, sowing and baking/cooking ( do not let him in the kitchen whatsoever, it will explode ). while he does not exceed at art, he does make the *prettiest* oil paper umbrellas, and customized one for you and you only. so that when the two of you go for walks together on rainy days in the zhao estate, the two of you can walk around with your matching umbrellas, happily chatting and enjoying the serenity of the gardens.
˖ ࣪ ଓ say goodbye to literally any spider or moth in your near vicinity — unless it is his younger sister’s moths, but she doesn’t let those out of her room anyway whatsoever  — he will do absolutely anything and everything to assure that there are no spiders and/or moths around you, so that you do not feel disturbed, uncomfortable or get scared by the small cribbly crawlers. he never *kills them,* but he does set them free in places outside in the gardens where he knows they will be unable to return to the estate itself, leaving them out in the nature to thrive instead ( the spiders usually eat the moths so it is a win-win )
˖ ࣪ ଓ  in regards to family stuff — he understands what it is like to have sibling disputes, being the youngest brother of his own four older brothers. it can get hard to sometimes follow when things are happening in everyone’s lives and sometimes, that may cause grounds for disputes if there are already tethers in family relationships — whenever you begin feeling down or anxious, or struggle to grasp things, he will help you back on your path and guide you until you feel okay again, to make sure that you are much stronger than you may think.
˖ ࣪ ଓ yize has dealt with ocd quite a lot himself throughout his life, and knows how to help you in situations where it gets bad, making sure that you remember that despite everything what your thoughts, brain and gut may tell you when things are not in order and do not feel right, that it is not always true and that you should come sit with him so that he can make sure you are alright.
˖ ࣪ ଓ overall, yize has a very comforting presence and will often try to make sure you do not talk bad about yourself, always focusing on making you feel *better* and getting you going in your journey to self love. he certainly assures you, that you are doing that together, as he deals with some hardships with these things as well.
˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍡 ꒱ 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒎. . . ⊹ ۪
with your hand in a colder one, yize makes sure to hold you close as he ventures through the society of shades — towards a particular bookshop he had scouted especially for you. 
“let’s see, you were looking for that fantasy one yeah? with the elves and such?” 
admittedly yize struggled to follow with your previous ramble about your latest writing piece in relation to the book series you had grown interested in; but that did not mean that he was not interested. if it made you happy, he was more than willing to learn more. 
“sim. . . sil — simarrion?” he murmurs, voice a little softer mostly out of embarrassment. but he chuckles it off when you correct him and gives a nod of his head. “right.”
as the two of you enter the store, he leans over to press a gentle kiss to your cheek. “well let’s go ahead and find that yeah? along with anything else you’d like.” his maroon eyes scan the store.
“i’ve been thinking of six of crows — if they have that.” you hum out quietly, your own hazel eyes scanning the book store and squinting slightly at the different sections.
the store itself is compact. small, with a grand array of old books that date back to the 18-1900s to the newest of newest books on the shelves. admittedly, it is a bit overwhelming for the reaper to be in a place with such dull lighting, but he keeps going. wandering around shelf to shelf to find the books that you search for.
“ah- uh” he exclaims softly, gently pulling you over to him, his accent coming out a bit thicker the more nervous he gets about getting titles wrong: “sh-shix of crours” he whispers, ears flaming red at his own pronunciation. he gives you an awkward smile, drawing a few fits of vibrant but hushed laughs from you, as you repeat the title of the book.
“oh! and there is shimmeririon.” 
⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ “ others you also paired with. . . ” ꒱ 
˖ ࣪ ଓ alessio 9948e  ˖ ࣪ ଓ rishen 928b
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Is it me talking about this part from The Flash & Green Lantern The Brave and The Bold #6 again? You bet.
So @haljordangreenjedi made some excellent point in these here tags
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And it made me thinks of this. Hal says “the day we die.” Okay so this gives very much Hal thought they’d go out in the same blaze of glory vibes. He never expected to have to live without Barry.
Iris’ death affected Hal the most (minus Barry obviously) on the League because it was someone he loved dearly and lost specifically to the superhero life. It probably shifted it into focus that yes Hal could die but whatever more importantly Barry could die. And that we know is basically is one solid fear, watching a loved one die.
These two were so close that to Hal living without Barry doesn’t even seem like a possibility. But then it happens and Hal is lost. The people he thought were his friends turn their backs on him, brush him off, or actively scorn him.
Barry was his rock just like Hal was for him and he lost that. It’s no coincidence that when Barry comes back to life the person who tries to bring him back to the present, make him slow down is Hal. In fact they have multiple conversations about it because of how much Hal knows his friend is hurting.
Barry felt alone and isolated from his family because he wasn’t there to make the good memories with them or help them through the bad memories. Hal knew what it was like to feel all alone and made it his mission to help Barry slow back down.
These two mesh so well together because they’re so in tune they know what the other needs and does what they can to help. They can always turn to the other in a time of need and that is a really special relationship to have.
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scuttling · 3 years
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Some Assembly Required
Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairings: Aaron Hotchner/Female Reader Word Count: 1,500 Tags: 18+, NSFW, Oral sex, Fingering, Unprotected sex, PWP Summary: When your very handy boyfriend Aaron helps put together your new office furniture, you repay his kindness the best way you know how. *Requested by @qtip-blog. Link to A03 or read below! You and Aaron have been dating for over a year, and the good times so heavily outweigh the bad it kind of blows your mind. Never before have you been in a relationship built on such mutual trust, respect, admiration—it makes you emotional to think about, he makes you emotional, all of his sweet words, his kind gestures, the ways he shows his love.
His favorite way to show he cares is to provide for you, whether it be a home-cooked meal (he’s not the best, but he’s trying,) or a book you’ve had your eye on but convinced yourself not to buy, or in this case, a new desk for your home office when the other one looked a little worse for wear.
You’re sitting on the couch one day, and he has his laptop open on his thighs, asks you to come closer and pick out the desk you’d like; you try to tell him you don’t need a new one, that the old one is still perfectly functional, but he won’t take no for an answer, wants to do this for you.
Never one to settle for bland surroundings, you choose a desk that is green, solid, that you think would look perfect in your office; you’re stuck there for hours on end, making calls and staring at a computer screen, so you might as well have something cool to look at while you’re working.
He smiles softly at your eclectic choice but adds it to his cart, and when it arrives he comes over in jeans and a t-shirt, looking like your own personal hunky handyman, and gets to work building it. You hand him screws, hold up the instructional pictures for him to look over, steal kisses, and within an hour your new desk is built, a perfect pop of color against the wall and something that will always remind you of Aaron when you look at it.
He rests his hands on it, presses down to test the load bearing capacity or something, and you look over his strong back, his denim clad ass and thighs, and suddenly you’re feeling very thankful and want to do something special to show your gratitude. You walk over to him, lift one of his hands, and slide between his body and the desk, set his hand back down so he’s caging you in against it. He raises an eyebrow, and you brush your fingers through his hair and pull him in for a kiss.
“Mmm. Is that what I get for putting together your desk? Because I’ll buy you all brand-new furniture if this is my reward.” He smooths his thumb over your chin, tips it up for more soft sips of lips, and you put your hands on his waist under his shirt, sigh.
“I’m just grateful for you. That you like to show me how much you care.” You sweep your palms up over his chest, back down to his hips, slowly flick open the button of his jeans. “Can I show you how much that means to me?” You slowly wet your lips, making your intentions very clear, and he nods his head and bends down for a series of increasingly rougher kisses that make your head spin. You tug open his fly, push his jeans and underwear down his legs, drop to your knees.
“Oh, baby,” he breathes when you take him in your mouth, both hands now pressed to the top of the desk for support. You stroke him slowly, suck softly at the first few inches of him in the way you know gradually drives him insane, look up through your lashes so he can see how flushed and aroused you are just by doing this for him.
The hand not holding him upright dips to caress his balls, and you pick up the pace a little, want to bring him off, want to hear him groan your name when he fills your mouth. He has other ideas, though, brings his hands to your cheeks and guides you off of him, pulls you up so he can kiss your soft, wet lips.
“I want to be inside you, sweetheart.” You hum, can’t deny that would be a delicious change of plans, and you slip your shorts and panties off while he pulls your t-shirt over your head. He lifts you up, sets your ass on top of your pretty new desk, and spreads your thighs. “So gorgeous,” he murmurs, and he steps out of his pants where they pool around his feet, tugs his shirt off so he’s gloriously naked, hard for you, perfect.
He leans in to kiss you, brings a hand to your pussy and rubs slowly, wets his lips when his fingers slip through your slick folds, resting against your entrance like he wants to slow down and take a moment to savor this. You gasp softly when he pushes two fingers inside, and you spread your legs wider, rolling your hips against his hand as he works you open enough to take his thick cock comfortably.
You plant your hands on his chest, pant against his lips and throat while he strokes his fingers inside you, and you squeeze your legs together and moan as you come on them, catching his praise with your softly open mouth. You tip your head back, swallow hard, and then push against his stomach so he’ll take a step back, let you hop off the desk.
He had offered to buy you a new chair to go with the desk, because your existing one is red, doesn’t really match—but you don’t care about matching, because it’s comfortable and set up just right; he hates it, though, and you’re about to make it your mission to change his mind.
“Sit for me?” you ask, pushing your hair away from your neck, because you’re overheated already and in need of some air there. He sinks back onto the chair, looks up at you like you’re already halfway to rocking his world—he always looks like that when you ride him, and it makes you feel really sexy and confident, which leads to even better sex; it’s a cycle of awesome orgasms you can’t resist initiating when you have a little extra time to feel him fall apart beneath you.
You push up the arms of the chair for a little more room, straddle his thighs with both feet on the ground, and line him up, slowly bend your knees to let him stretch you open. He sighs, puts his hands on your hips, squeezing tight, and you move up and down, taking him in all the way and then pulling off until he almost slips free. Your hands find his shoulders for leverage, and you look into his eyes as you sink down, lift off, slow and steady, covering him in your wetness and earning soft moans.
“So good, baby. So good at this, so perfect for me. God, I love you.” Your breathing gets rougher at his words and you move a hand to his head, weave your fingers into his hair, pull him close for a passionate kiss.
“I love you, Aaron. You fill me up just right.” You arch your back, legs working to bring you both slow, decadent pleasure, and he palms your ass, helps you move, takes a little of the pressure off of your thighs. “So good to me. You always take care of me, you always give me what I need.” He starts to lose control beneath you, pumping up to match your movements, and you settle into his lap, feet dangling off the ground, and just roll your hips, clutching his shoulders, moving fast.
“Oh, god, yeah. Just like that.” He brings his big hands to cover your breasts, squeezing them, rough fingers rubbing your nipples, and you throw your head back, hair falling behind you as you rock and grind and come with a whimper of his name. He thrusts harder to get you through it, to get you to make more wrecked, desperate sounds, and when he comes you both slam down hard and you can hear metal fall; you thank his quick reflexes, because he lifts you up and gets to his feet before the chair literally falls apart, bolts and a spring on the floor instead of wherever they’re supposed to be.
You gasp, laugh, tug his hair, and he chuckles and kisses you, breathless and sweaty as you both are.
“Guess I get to buy you a new chair after all,” he says, looking into your eyes, kissing your jaw, and you cling to him, grin.
“You better hope I can’t find another red one,” you pant, and he takes you to the bathroom to get cleaned up, and then you lounge on the couch while he pulls up a page of desk chairs for you to browse.
The new one is still red, but much, much sturdier than the last. Taglist ❤️: @thaddeusly @arsonhotchner @mrsh0tchner @ssahotchie @sleepyreaderreads @mintphoenix @meghannnnnn @disgruntledchowchow @azenpal @g-l-pierce @my-rosegold-soul @ssamorganhotchner @heliotropehotch @angelhotchner @qtip-blog @gspenc @wishuhadstayed @averyhotchner
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elysianslove · 3 years
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secret relationship; tsukishima kei, tanaka ryūnosuke, yamamoto taketora 
requested by anon(s); their respective teams finding out about their relationships 
pairings; tsukishima kei x reader, tanaka ryūnosuke x fem!reader, yamamoto taketora x fem karasuno manager!reader
genre; fluff
warnings; none! (maybe a few curse words)
note; i’m so sorry tsukki’s so much longer than the other two oh my
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━━  in your defense, neither of you had heard the blaring alarm, and supposedly, no one else in his home had either. after having unintentionally lost track of time with your boyfriend the night prior that it had gotten a little too late for you to head home safely, you’d agreed to kei’s suggestion to spend the night, and fell asleep in his arms. that wasn’t entirely out of the ordinary. you couldn’t count on ten fingers the nights you’d spent at his home, waking up with your limbs tangled with his, despite the fact that he insisted cuddling was his least favorite thing to do. missing the alarm is what’s unusual. kei’s not the heaviest of sleepers, evident in the way he nearly tramples you every night, suffocating you to him and restricting your movements. the fact that he hadn’t heard it, and had left to ring annoyingly loud until it gave up was confusing enough. 
this wouldn’t pose as much of an issue if it weren’t for your situation. on the contrary, really; you loved nothing more than waking up at the hour you desire, kei still sound asleep by you. he always looked a lot calmer, a lot less tense, his mind a little quieter. his arms were caging you in, giving you enough freedom to tilt your head back and admire him, as his chest rose and fell gently, as his eyes fluttered lightly with the remnants of a dream. in the quiet of his room, you wondered what those golden irises could see. 
but of course, a sleepy, fuzzy, lovesick brain wasn’t a luxury for long, and the blurriness began to slip away, just as reality began catching up. your mind began to process the time that the clock that hung opposite you read (too late in the afternoon), then the day of the week (sunday, practice day), then, the cherry on top of the cake — the sound of heavy footsteps, too many footsteps, loud, familiar voices. and finally, the fact that you weren’t supposed to be where you were: in kei’s bed. 
you’d encountered his — friends on countless occasions, just never as his significant other. at first, it had left you slightly insecure, wondering if kei was somehow ashamed of you, embarrassed to be tied to you. eventually, however, you’d figured that it hadn’t been shame or embarrassment. he’s just a private person, and if anything, it’s possessiveness: the desire to keep you and all that you are to himself. not that he’d ever have to share once you were exclusive to his teammates, but it’s more that he also wants the idea and thought of you secret. he wants to luxury of calling you his to be private, just something he can enjoy. and maybe you liked the thrill of it too, seeing as you’d agreed, for the time being. you liked the rushed kisses in fear of getting caught, and the secret glances he’d offer you during school hours, and the way he held your hand beneath the table for no one but you to know about. you liked it, and you respected his wishes. 
when the footsteps drew closer, you realized just how screwed you are, and it would mean a lot worse for you to be caught slipping away through the window than to be caught in bed, so you lean up, hugging yourself tighter to him, and bring your lips by kei’s ear. shaking him slightly, you whisper, “baby, wake up. the boys are here.” 
kei rustles around, blinking slightly, before huffing and wrapping his arms tighter around you, burying his face in the crook of your neck, mumbling incoherently. 
you stifle a laugh at his clingy reaction, wishing that this was somehow being recorded. with laughter behind your tone, you repeat your words, shaking him harsher. “kei,” you drawl, whining. “kei, we’re gonna get caught.” 
he only mumbles again, breath hot on your neck. 
“tsukki! tsukki!” 
shit, nishinoya and tanaka were also here?
“kei, baby, you are going to be mortified when you wake up,” you warn, but nonetheless, you continue to hold him to you, bringing a hand up to his hair and sighing. “don’t kick me for trying to warn you.” 
the door bursts open, followed by tanaka’s sing-song voice calling out for your boyfriend. he leads the way into the bedroom, head high and eyes closed, as him and three of kei’s teammates march in. he’s oblivious to your head peeking out beneath the crook of kei’s neck, until his eyes open, his hands faltering on his hips as he finally registers your face. 
you grin up at him, fingers waving at him in greeting. “hey,” you call out cheekily. 
tanaka freezes, head cocking to the side as he’s pushed away while the other three file in. as soon as nishinoya notices you, he clamps his hand over his mouth, his mouth wide with laughter and eyes lost in shock. yamaguchi’s face is tinted red, glance frozen at you, while sugawara, ever the sadist, laughs freely and loudly. 
“so this is why he’s late?” tanaka yells in a hushed tone. 
sugawara, still laughing, grabs his phone from his jacket’s pocket, switching to the camera app quickly and lifting it up to snap a photo. you throw up a peace sign. 
“tsukki, you ass!” nishinoya shouts, leaping quickly onto the bed, forcing you and kei to shift suddenly. “get up, get up, get the fuck up!”
the boy in your arms groans, his eyes still shut tightly as he finally loosens his hold on you, rolling onto his back. a hand is lifted up to his face as he rubs away the sleep in his eyes, while nishinoya positions himself to stand directly above him, feet on either side of his hips as he leans down, peering straight at his face. 
kei’s eyes finally open, hand falling to his side in search of yours as it always does, before he looks up, and spots nishinoya sporting the cheekiest of expressions. he sighs in preparation of the teasing to come, and exhales sharply. 
“shit.”
sugawara is yet to stop laughing. 
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━━  “ryu, you’re late to practice.” 
the boy in question shushes you quietly, hugging you tighter to him as he whispers out, “five more minutes,” lips brushing against the nape of your neck, down to your shoulder blades. your back is pressed to his bare chest, his arm wrapped tightly around your waist. you rest a hand on that arm, stroking it gently as you try to wake him up. 
with how the boys had been progressing with volleyball, practice hours had increased, and therefore quality time with ryu had decreased. there was a little voice in the back of your head egging him on, urging you to cuddle back into him and let him nuzzle into you more, the part of you that missed him, missed all of him. there was a more logical side of you that knew better, that acknowledged all the work and effort he’d put to get where he is today, and that didn’t want him to miss out any opportunity to grow, or to put all that effort to waste. so you sigh, gripping at his forearm tightly as you try to get away. 
“come on, babe,” you whine, attempting desperately to try and get away from him. 
“woah, ryu, you got a girl with you or something?”
you freeze. ryu freezes. the world stops. 
that had definitely been nishinoya’s voice, there was no doubt about that. and it isn’t like the both of you had kept your relationship a secret from your mutual friends deliberately. it had just never came up in conversation. maybe they were just blind, honestly. there had been no hiding it: you held hands, you hugged him tight after every win, he walked you home after evening practice after school, you hung out during school all the time. so really, it isn’t your fault that no one put two and two together. 
you’d just hoped it wouldn’t be in such a comprising situation. you don’t even have pants on.
“holy shit, you do— what the fuck!” your boyfriend’s teammates scream is piercing, and eardrum shattering. you wince at the sound, fingers tightening around ryu’s arm. once nishinoya processes what he’s seen, and who he’s seen, he storms outside of the bedroom, leaving the door ajar behind him, allowing you to listen in on his yells.
somehow, ryu’s still sleeping. 
“you guys are not going to believe what i just saw,” you hear nishinoya calling out and — holy shit, was the whole team here? was he really that late to practice? 
you manage to break free of ryu’s unrelenting grasp just as the footsteps group by your boyfriend’s bedroom door. they all walk in as you try and fix your bed hair, smiling weakly as one by one, they fill up the room. raising a hand, you sheepishly smile and wave, calling out a low, “morning everyone.” 
looking to your left, you find ryu still sleeping. with the way hinata’s bouncing over to where the two of you lay, you doubt it’ll be for long. secret was meant to be outed at some point, wasn’t it? 
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━━  as you and your team finally arrive at your destination, nekoma high, the bus comes to a stop, parking off to the side. immediately, the boys are jumping from their seats, eager to stretch their limbs and greet their long distance friends. you, kiyoko and yachi take your time in comparison to them, gathering all your things, stretching yourselves out. yachi and kiyoko are first to leave between the three of you, working on keeping your teammates in check and making sure none drift off, while you stay behind, checking in on the bus to make sure nobody left anything behind (which you’re glad you always do, because both hinata and kageyama had forgotten their phones). stepping off the bus, you raise your arms up in a stretch, bones cracking satisfyingly. you squint up at the sun as you sigh, hand coming up to shield yourself from it. 
“shōyō, kags!” you call out, walking up to the group of boys huddled around each other, both nekoma and karasuno. “forget anything?” you place their phones in either hand, giving them playfully disapproving looks as they shamefully take it from you, red dusting their cheeks and a low sorry spilling from their lips. your expression twists into a cheerful one, and you wave them off. 
as the herd of people begins to move, you plan on following, until you hear your name yelled out loudly, in a very distinct, familiar voice. excitement overtaking you, you turn the other way, dropping your bag to the ground and jumping into the awaiting of your arms of your long distance boyfriend. 
“tora baby, i missed you!” you squeal, arms wrapping tight around his neck and legs around his waist, ankles hooked as he rocks you from side to side. he hugs you with just as much earnest, burying his face in your neck gratefully. 
he hums by your ear, pressing a wet kiss to your neck as he says, “missed you more. more than you could ever imagine.” 
you chuckle lightly to yourself, lifting your head up and leaning back to glance at him. “sap,” you tease, tilting your head closer. 
“hey, you were the one that jumped into my arms,” he argues. 
you quirk an eyebrow. “you were the one that yelled out my name and ran at me,” you retort. “like we’re in some sort of rom-com.” you’re rolling your eyes, but your heart’s beating unsteadily at the way he presses a chaste kiss to your lips. unwilling to continue your banter, having missed him, and missed kissing him too much to do so, you lift a hand to the nape of his neck and push his lips closer to yours, finally kissing him properly. 
you’re not able to enjoy it for long, feeling a hand grab at the collar of your jacket on the back of your neck. it pulls at you until you break from the kiss, until you’re forced out of your boyfriend’s arms, and stumbling onto the ground back on your feet. 
“have some decorum, manager,” daichi teases, and you roll your eyes, reaching out again for taketora. 
he takes you into his arms easily, letting you rest your head on his chest, and wrapping your arms around his waist. “he’s just jealous that we’re in love,” he jokes, and you huff out a laugh, allowing him to steer you away from the small crowd, and towards the gym, leaving your boys and his teammates behind. 
“am i the only one that’s like, shocked?” ennoshita breaks the silence. 
“really? i’m more heartbroken,” nishinoya joins in, earning a smack from daichi. 
tanaka breathes in steadily. “kiyoko-san, please don’t be next,” he pleads. 
“tanaka-san, please stop being dramatic.” 
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snow-in-the-desert · 3 years
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Dramione Recommendations
Ok so, 2020 has been A LOT but on a personal note one of the most surprising things to happen was me discovering Dramione fanfiction and becoming unashamedly obsessed with it. I really didn’t see that coming but I’m here now and I’m here to stay. 
I think I started reading in the Dramione fandom around mid July last year?? (In all honesty I’ve lost any true sense of time’s progression at this point so I could be well off the mark with that) And I’ve decided to compile a list of all my favourite fics I’ve read so far. Why? I really just want to gush over all the amazing writers I have found through this fandom because y’all deserve it. 
Side note: If any of the authors actually sees this post just dm so I can buy you coffee or post you writing supplies or something idk I feel like that’s the least I can do for all your amazing work x
Remain Nameless by @heyjude19-writing
Ok I have to start with RN because this fic is pretty much the sole reason I decided to create an account with A03 or a tumblr or just decided to get involved with this fandom at all. 
I headcannon this story hard. But I think even if you aren’t a fan of Dramione you should just read this because it is so unbelievably good and well written and poignant and Draco’s sarcastic personality in this is truly a thing of beauty in this - I relate to his inner monologue’s on a deep personal level. 
I could rave about this story any time, any day of the week, just ask me. In fact, maybe I’ll just start a HeyJude19 fan club to fulfill that urge.
There are so many elements that I love but for the sake of brevity, RN is a beautifully told story of Draco and Hermione finding love and healing in a post-war HP setting. Heyjude19 had the very special ability of making me want to simulatenously laugh, cry and swoon with the power of her words. Just stop what you are doing and go read it now if you havent already, ok?  
I also really enjoyed reading Bells on a Hill, Beers, Potions and Unwise Notions and A Shift in Focus, if you are looking for smaller fics, definitely give these a go. They are all funny and heartfelt stoires that will make your tippy toes wriggle with glee. 
The Rights and Wrongs Series by @lovesbitca8
The Right Thing To Do, All The Wrong Things and The Auction are the holy trinity of Dramione writing. I have christened it thus, so mote it be. And frankly I’m not interested in any other opinion than that one, thank you very much!
After reading this series I don’t think I’ll be able to look back on the orginal HP books without thinking of Hermione’s and Draco’s memories of their time at Hogwarts in these fics as anything other than strictly cannon. 
So many things to love about this series but I think one of the major highlights was Hermione and Draco’s use of occlumency. LoveBitca8 created such beautiful visuals with how occlumency works as a magical practice and seeing Draco and Hermione so devoted to eachother to the point of safeguarding their inner most feelings to protect eachother was unbelievably romantic and poetic. 
Also the smut is divine ;)
Manacled by @senlinyu​
My heart will never be the same after reading this story. Like I actually can’t think about this fic without getting a lump at the back of my throat. I have never felt so emotionally ruined after reading anything, compared to the likes of this fic. Just please, please read it. To badly quote HP, reading Manacled will make you suffer but you’re going to be happy about it.
The flashbacks are a rollercoaster in of themselves but the way Hermione inadvertently refers to them when she is still in a state of memory loss was so heartbreaking to read. My heart still aches for them both. Also its a truly satisfying to see Draco and Hermione written in a way were they are both so fiercly protective of one another. They make my insides go soft. 
I also really enjoyed Snow Fall, Now Is A Gift and All You Want by the author but to be honest anything written by Senlinyu is always thoroughly enjoyable and worth a look. 
The Erised Effect by @adaprix​
Ada is QUEEN of dramione smut but ‘The Erised Effect’ is top tier. Its equal parts funny, romantic, sentimental and oh so sexy. Ada really knows how to build and build on sexual tension and doesn’t disappoint on the final delivery. I’m a big admirer of her writing style and just veraciously read whatever she posts but ‘The Erised Effect’ is just golden. A must read. (Also Pansy’s sexual fantasy in this story is a visual I don’t think I’ll ever be able to remove from my brain so thanks for that Ada)
Also quick side note: Adaprix’ stories were the first I read when I was looking into this fandom and it was enough to get me hooked on the pairing from the get go so I have that to thank Ada for too. I remember devouring all the stories she had posted to A03 and when I was done I was like... now what am I supposed to do with my life?? And that’s basically when I began to look deeper into the fandom and thus the course of my life in 2020 changed for the better. 
Some other stories I love by her are Break for Me, All My Sins, The Big 4-0, The Fucklust Series and The Flat in Bath. 
Clean by @olivieblake​
This 6th Year AU where Draco and Hermione work together on a class assignment and end up falling in love had me feeling all kinds of ways when I read it. I almost don’t know where to start but I think one of the stand out things for me was how immersed I felt in reading it. 
Hogwarts is captured really well, you get a good sense of class atmospheres, character nuances and behind the scenes of events that happen in HBP but from a Draco and Hermione’s perspectives. It’s well executed and intricate tapestry of a fic. With an excellent plot twist ending! 
Also Hermione and Draco’s relationship in this is equal parts fluffy and smutty and it just ticks all the right boxes that you want to see for those characters ;)
Breath Mints / Battle Scars by @onyx-and-elm​
The angst in this one is just *chef’s kiss*
God I love this fic. The way Draco is portrayed is very true to his defensive and tetchy character in the original books but he is also given so much more depth. The way his diary entries are written are just so well executed. It’s a true testament to the author’s creative writing skill. And I LOVE how even though Draco is clearly in such a messed up place, he still has a basic level of self respect and dignity that he won’t tolerate being used or undervalued in his relationship with Hermione. 
Yep, I really love Draco’s characterisation in this one if you can’t tell.  But Hermione is also well written too. Her stuggles and trauma of returning to Hogwarts after war is described in a believable and grounded way. And my heart definitely ached for them both. I just wanted to wrap the pair of them in a big fuzzy blanket and tell them that everything will be alright. 
WANDS OUT! by @persephonestone​
This murder mystery / Dramione / Theo x Harry / AU crossover is everything I didn’t know I wanted until I read it. I felt like I was picked up and plonked right into an alternative dimension where all the characters of HP are just living it up in an Agatha Christie novel. 
It’s a funny and clever story that I found refreshing to read amongst all the other fanfics that are usually cemented in the HP timeline or universe. Theodore Nott in this fic is perfection he should be written like this in every fic from now on in my opinion. I couldn’t stop giggling any time he had a scene in the story.
And the ‘only one bed’ trope in this fic is 10/10. I don’t want to give spoilers but ohmygod. It hits all the right notes. 
The One With Technical Difficulties by cassielassie 
Cassielassie has an excellent three part series of Dramone called ‘The One with...” but I have to give special credit to this story in particular for one main reason. ELEVATOR TROPES. I can’t get enough of em. I think I have my early childhood viewings of NCIS to thank for my obsession with elevator tropes they just do something to me that simply cannot be explained with mere words. The palpable sexual tension of being in a broken down elevator with an ‘enemies to lovers’ pairing, a heated arguement breaks out followed by a discovery of mutual feelings and a romantic embrace...
Eugh. It gets me everytime. And this fic is no exception. I loved it for all the reasons I’ve already stated above but also for the attention to detail in Draco and Hermione’s careers makes this one particularly immersive. The dynamics between them established in this one-shot are convincingly portrayed and the chemistry between them is so undeniably hot. 
The Light is No Mystery by @masterofinfinities​
Yooo if you want to read a dramione fic that is a deep dive into Pureblood culture and Post-War recovery but is also a perfect allegory for discrimination and today’s political landscape of moral grandstanding for votes then look no further than this one. 
This story has a bit of everything. Intrigue, mystery, ptsd and recovery, enemies to lovers / secret relationship, government conspiracy and humour, to name a few. I eargerly await every update to this story and am anxious to know how it ends!
The Eagle’s Nest by HeartOfAspen 
Finally! A fic that gives me the Ravenclaw representation I crave. I think I could recommend this fic on the lore depicted of Ravenclaw house alone. ‘The Stacks’ and Rowena Ravenclaw’s own ‘come and go room’ are just such cool details that I could see being real in the HP universe. 
This fic is so cosy and makes me feel like I’m just popping back into Hogwarts for another year. You get to see all the usuals like prof. Mcgongall, Nearly headless Nick, PEEVES, Hagrid, as well as learn more about minor characters from the other school houses. The story follows Hermione going to her day to day classes and there are interesting concepts about magic and alchemy that are explored. 
Draco and Hermione’s relationship in this one is of course very fluffy and heartfelt. But it’s the attention to detail that really makes this fic outstanding and the experience of reading it feels fleshed out and true to HP universe.
A shorter fic by HeartofAspen that I recommend is one called Set in Stone, it has an adventurous, Indianna Jones vibe to it, that I am so down for. 
Teachable Moments by @purplesugarquills
In this fic Hermione is an innocent little virgin determined to learn everything about sex. And Draco Malfoy is her tutor. If that isn’t enough to get you on board then I don’t know what is. Both Heartfelt and Steamy. PurpleSugarQuills writes smut so well but it’s the progression of their growing attachment and the nervous treading of new uncharted waters of romantic relationships for both of them that just adds a whole other level of feels to the story. Also chapter 9 is like reading poetry - its so good. Eugh just give it a read if you haven’t already.
Les Pèlerins by @pacific-rimbaud
This story is high art. It’s transcendent. Reading this story feels like the emotional equivalent of standing around a hundred glowing fairy lights, sipping hot cocoa and being wrapped in the loving embrace of a s/o. I can’t speak my praises highly enough or even become passably coherent in my words when I try to articulate a review. 
From the very first paragraph I felt like I was just whisked away on a Parisian holiday and I’ve never even bloody been to Paris but damn it if this story didn’t make me feel like I was there. The writing style is just so tactile and intense it’s like I could feel the cold winter air brush against me as I read it. Eugh I just completely fell in love with the story and the writer. 
New Year’s resolution. Read everything PacificRimbaud has ever posted online. 
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momota-kaiharem · 2 years
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hey!! so a while back somebody asked me to write my thoughts on and rank kaito’s relationships with every member of the v3 cast the way that i did with rantaro on my main blog and since i’m procrastinating on writing a fic right now i figured i’d go ahead and do it. please remember these are all my personal opinions that you absolutely do not have to agree with! that said i enjoy kaito with preeetty much everybody so there shouldn’t be anything TOO polarising in here. lol
this is going to get long, so i’m putting it under the cut. i’ll be ranking them in order of least favourite to most favourite.
kaito + korekiyo (2/10)
i’m sorry i just do not believe.
okay, i’m just being silly. i do believe, a little bit, it’s just that i kind of don’t like this pairing? lol i’m sure i’ve talked about it before but most justifications i’ve heard for shipping this are just that like... kaito wouldn’t judge kiyo postgame? i guess? which i would never try to argue against, i just don’t know if i’m a fan of shipping kaito based on whether he can save someone or not. kaito deserves better.
having said that, i DO like them, even romantically sometimes. i think there’s a beauty about shipping two nerds and i think kiyo would fluster kaito a LOT with his specific brand of compliments... i think they could infodump to each other. and i think they could take care of each other, as a special treat. also kaito deserves a tall boyfriend.
kaito + tsumugi (3/10)
don’t come after me for this peter. you know i love your rambles about them. but they don’t interact a lot in the game and their most significant interactions ingame are, uh... tsumugi insinuating that he’s an idiot? i’m not really a fan.
having said that, i AM friends with peter, and i DO like the idea of these two interacting. something something creator and her creation, i’d love to read an introspective about kaito not wanting to be a hero and tsumugi being freaked the fuck out about it. alternatively kaito coming to terms with the fact that tsumugi just genuinely likes being plain i think could be really funny. i don’t see these two romantically much at all but i think it’d be fun for them to be friends. plus she’d make him cosplay and he’d have fun even if he wouldn’t admit it. god bless.
kaito + kirumi (5/10)
welp. we’ve run out of easy ones to throw under the bus. i’m officially fucked. i actually like these two a lot, they’re just ranking so low because i don’t think about them often... or kirumi often... kirumi my queen i’m sorry to do you like this.
i think kaito would respect her a lot. i can see him working hard to make things easier on her and getting everyone else’s asses so they give her the appreciation she deserves. similarly i think kirumi would admire him a little and think he’s a good guy-- kirumi has that way of seeing through people’s facades to their true potential and i think she’d sort of realise how much kaito just puts on a front for other people, and admire it. mutual respect if nothing else. i also think they could take care of each other though and i’d love to see them romantically... they fight to open doors asmr.
kaito + himiko (5/10)
another one that i really can’t stand romantically HAHA. this one has less solid reasoning behind it and more because i just kin both of them so hard it’s a little bit disorienting. also maybe i can’t imagine them getting along well enough to actually date. sue me.
i would love to see them bicker though. these two are both so childish it’d be really funny to just watch them go at it. thinking about the vibes of himiko demanding someone carry her and kaito snapping that nobody will in chapter five. they’re funny and immature and i want that. i also think about kaito inviting himiko along with his fight monokuma crew in chapter one “just in case her magic works” and cackle at times. kaito, you’re an astronaut... still, i think they could enjoy being edgy edgelords together. chuuni syndrome is contagious, i swear to god.
kaito + angie (6/10)
this is already getting really hard. the low middle ones are always the hardest.
i didn’t used to understand this ship much just because i think kaito would probably be a little afraid of angie? but i love the idea of her clinging to him and him being like, mildly annoyed but endeared by it. i think she’d paint him and call him beautiful and her muse and kaito would be insanely flustered and flattered and tell her to quit saying all of that nonsense. and angie would giggle.
i can also see kaito really helping her? angie struggles i think with repression, like she always has to keep smiling, and i think kaito would see that and help her while still being assertive and telling her no, which is something angie totally needs in a relationship, so it’d work out on her end-- but i can also see angie calling kaito out on being a hypocrite and them working together to sort through their problems mutually. it could be cute. also yes it reminds me of tenkangie. tenkangie is still better, i just, i just, leave me alone.
also angie wearing kaito’s jacket. duh.
kaito + kiibo (6/10)
i feel like i’m going to lose followers for placing cyberspace so low but the fact of the matter is i... really don’t think about kiibo that much. in general. i’m sorry king you really are a real one your writing is just... kind of a little bit bad. it’s not your fault.
i love kiibo. he’s easily one of the most empathetic characters in v3. i can’t see him putting kaito on a pedestal at all. he’d admire kaito for his bravery and integrity but i think he’d just see kaito as a friend, too, instead of somebody to worship. i do think kiibo would be ride or die for him, though. and of course kaito would encourage kiibo to follow his passions and they’d be silly little guys together and isn’t that all to want in a relationship. plus kaito could probably take kiibo to space or something and that would be delightful i don’t actually know jaxa’s laws surrounding bringing fully sentient teenage robots to space you’ll have to come back to me on that one.
kaito + gonta (7/10)
(stares mournfully at rantaro wax figurine) oh amami-chan we’re really in it n-- actually i think i made this joke on my rantaro post too. nevermind bit cancelled.
i LOVE these two. every time i think about them i think about chapter four, which, can you blame me? just the energy of kaito believing so hard in gonta because he KNEW he was telling the truth, to the point where he was recklessly endangering everyone? like yes king think with ur heart not ur head. i’ll love you for it even if shuichi won’t.
seriously though, these two are so fun. they both struggle with the desire to help and take care of people... they both internalise that they’re stupid... they’re both science nerds... they could INFODUMP to each other... and take CARE of each other... i headcanon kaito to think that bugs are cool so i like the idea of gonta showing him all kinds of bug specimens and kaito going wild over it. not to mention they’re both really good at the stars, too... kaigonta stargazing, wowww... they are the part of saigokumota that i shamefully think about the least but i should think of them more. i just think they’re neat.
kaito + miu (7/10)
i already know craig glownary is out there putting me on a hitlist or something for putting irumota so low but i, listen. listen. i’m running out of options here.
these two are THE slowburn frenemies to lovers pairing ever. the bickering. the cinematic parallels. they’re both hot with no brains yet they have so much brains. they both have dumb titles. they’re both pink toned. it’s about the false bravado. it’s SO much about the false bravado. kaito would be gentle with her without taking shit from her and miu would show her support and affection when he really needs it and god she would struggle but she would try and it’d mean the world to him. miu knowing kaito is the epitome of “i’m not being used to being treated like i’m beautiful” and i just think that’s neat.
also miu would look good in kaito’s jacket. maybe these are just being ranked based on how good they would look in kaito’s jacket. who knows.
kaito + ryoma (8/10)
we’re getting deep into slim pickings territory. i really do hate to put hoshimota so close to the middle but you know how it is. you KNOW how it is.
these two... oh my god. i cry over them daily. kaito’s unspoken idolisation of ryoma. ryoma’s bitterness and resentment of himself coming out as bitterness towards kaito. kaito reminding ryoma of his old self. kaito needing ryoma to be strong, to be the person he used to be, because if ryoma can’t be a hero, is it even worth being a hero? is it even worth believing himself? all his life he’s been aspiring to an ideal that’s no longer being upheld by the very person he admires most...
i can’t see these two dating. LMAO. sorry! i can’t. i see kaito yearning for ryoma and then eventually just... breaking off? i feel like it would be too painful for him to be around ryoma knowing he’s holding ryoma to an impossible standard. if they did get together it would be after a lot of self-work on both ends. i’d really like them to get closure where kaito admits to ryoma that he’s always been putting him on a pedestal, really quite unfairly, and that he’s sorry, and ryoma admitting that he just doesn’t want kaito to lose his spark by hanging around a guy like him... UGH. nevermind. these two invented tragic romance. their tdp event makes me feral.
kaito + maki (8/10)
now i do love me some harumota and y’all know this. i think maki would be higher if she didn’t hit kaito in chapter three. maybe that’s a little stupid of me but what can i say, it’s the kin.
these two are... incredible. i love maki not knowing what love is and progressively opening up and putting her faith in kaito. she knows it’s stupid and she knows she’s just going to lose him but she can’t help it, he’s just so good. kaito can see all the red flags around maki, that she’s dangerous and violent and can’t communicate her emotions, but he believes in her so deeply anyway, he knows she has such a capacity to love, to take care of people, and he just wants more than anything to help her...
these two have SO MUCH potential that wasn’t explored in canon. i realise chapter five IS her protecting him but i’m begging you to think about what maki protecting him would look like when they have a healthy relationship. maki telling kaito bluntly that she doesn’t care if he’s a hero, that she just wants to pay him back for all he’s done for her. kaito being her voice of reason, her comfort, her safety blanket, even if she’s often the one fighting to keep him safe. maki telling people off for calling him an idiot before realising that she does that all the time... ugh. kaimaki is something that can actually be so personal.
i also love them platonically. i love maki thinking she loves kaito because she’s never been loved before and realising actually she just... likes him as a friend and can’t tell the difference. LOL.
kaito + tenko (9/10)
pants heavily through my mouth. we’re getting to the REAL brainrot section of this list. kaito and tenko are best friends actually, kodaka told me himself.
i want them to FIGHT. god i want them to fight. that ministarfruit post where they’re like “i want them to fight!” and it’s just tenko and kaito about to fight. so true. SO true. these two need to spar. i think they’d have fun together. plus the energies of tenko flipping kaito onto his back and seeing how much emotion he hides from his friends... knowing he’s hurting but not wanting to pry... mwah. mwah. mwah. mwah. mwah.
i don’t think kaito would try and challenge her beliefs about men, at least not in an overt or forceful way. i think he’d be patient with her, even while denying that he’s at all a degenerate. i think he’d help tenko to form positive, meaningful relationships with people, male and female, until she starts to break away from her master’s conditioning and... help talk her through it. help her get the resources to get therapy. ugh. i’m BEGGING you to think about these two taking care of each other. they are ride or die for each other. grips you. it’s about the parallels. IT’S ABOUT THE PARALLELS.
kaito + shuichi (9/10)
crying and sobbing and pissing and shitting and screaming. oh my god saimota. saimota saimota saimota.
THESE TWO!!!! every day i wake up i brush my teeth i eat my cereal and i think about shuichi and kaito’s chapter 4/5 conflict. i think about shuichi hyperfocusing on the case and not sticking up for kaito. i think about kaito admiring shuichi so much that he starts to resent him, starts to fear shuichi not needing him, starts to get desperate for reasons for shuichi to keep him around... not knowing that shuichi wants nothing more than for kaito to stay by his side, just as he is, and maybe let his guard down a little. UGH these two are TRAGIC and i’m so mad about them. oh my god. shuichi’s attempts to verbalise to kaito how important he is both getting cut off is homophobia against ME specifically. holy shit.
literally the epitome of stupid friends to lovers. shuichi’s braincells go out the window when kaito’s in the room actually. i love exploring them because they bring out such fascinating sides of each other and there’s so so SO much growth for them to do. i want them to deal with shuichi’s idolisation issues that stem from abandonment and with kaito’s fear of being vulnerable and i want them to work through it together and i started crying in chapter six when shuichi said the impossible is possible and i hope you did too,,, these two make me so so so tender. shuichi getting remotivated to go save kaito BECAUSE it’s kaito. shuichi focusing so hard on “finding the truth” that it inadvertently ruins the plan and gets kaito killed. man. MAN. these two huh. these fucking two.
kaito + kaede (9/10)
you can’t see it because i’m behind a computer screen but i’m literally vibrating so hard my pants are like, actively aflame. even if i were in front of you you wouldn’t be able to see me due to the frequency of my vibrations. i am so fucking fast. these two make me so goddamn excited.
kaito is RIDE OR DIE for kaede and i’ll never stop saying it. the way he sticks up for her in chapter one. THE WAY HE STICKS UP FOR HER IN CHAPTER ONE!!! the way that he’s so so so upset after she’s dead that he’s crying and unable to control himself and lashes out at shuichi even though it’s not his fault and i just... UGH. ugh. kaito wants to make her proud so hard and don’t worry buddy you did it... these two are so fucking sweet.
he supports her so much. oh my god. his belief in kaede is literally so fucking potent. he asks her to become an ASTRONAUT in his ftes... and to teach him how to play the piano... i want more content with them so bad it makes me feel stupid. and the TUNNEL scene when kaito sticks up for her and then encourages her and kaede just stays behind in the tunnel and her narration says “Thank you, Kaito...” i’m literally crazy i cannot be normal about these two.
i think kaede would really come to appreciate him and his unwavering support of her. i think she’d especially notice how much he’s always on her side when he starts to struggle and flicker in and out, like sort of realising how much he’s always there for her and strongly wanting to do the same. i think kaede would be sooo adamant about caring about him, not some hero who doesn’t exist, and i just. hghghgh.
also you’ll never guess what i’m going to say but kaede? in kaito’s jacket? oh baby.
kaito + kokichi (10/10)
myself of a couple years ago is literally foaming at the mouth. she’s crying and spitting and trying to come through the screen and kill me. and honestly she can suck it because oumota is SO GOOD.
they’re... rivals. kaito chases kokichi all of chapter two just to try and talk to him. kokichi plays it up but i feel like they were both enjoying themselves? they’re both childish little guys... just having fun... playing hero and villain... ugh. the way that their free time events mirror each other too, the way kaito’s is full of extravagant stories about him being a hero where he’s clearly describing playing pretend games as a kid and kokichi’s is full of lies about him being a villain where he’s clearly telling exaggerated stories about his little club back home... these two are literally so good and i haven’t even MENTIONED chapter five yet.
by the way, chapter five? holy shit. (my pupils dilate like a cat’s and i start making fire alarm noises with my mouth.) hey fellas is it gay to agree to kill your rival in a plan that would end up sacrificing you both to end the thing you both mutually want to destroy? ugh. kaito getting in the way of the crossbow bolt. kaito carrying kokichi to the press. kokichi asking him for a kiss because he’s never gotten to kiss anybody before. kaito jumping out of the exisal wearing kokich’s scarf. kokichi dying with kaito there and kaito dying alone. these two make me insane. THESE TWO MAKE ME INSANE!!!!
i think they could bring out the best in each other? i think kokichi could challenge kaito to be a little more selfish and i think kaito could inspire more genuine belief in people in kokichi? like i feel like they can both peel away each other’s layers and make each other... better. more genuinely themselves. there’s just something really lovely about that, the mutual vulnerability, the way they can take care of each other... i love them and i love the way that they love. that’s all.
also kokichi in kaito’s ja--
kaito + rantaro (11/10)
if you read my rantaro post you already knew this one was coming. i know i’m making a clown out of myself for putting a rarepair (if you can even call amamota that anymore which btw i am taking full credit for) in number one place, but listen. listen. i don’t choose the brainrot. it’s not my fault.
these two are... neat. they’re neat. rantaro leans pessimistic and kaito leans optimistic but they both try to take care of the people around them and sacrifice themselves for the ones they love... kaito is intuitive and rantaro is observant... kaito runs hot and rantaro runs cool... it’s about that contrast in similarity, baby. rantaro offers kaito a space to just... relax, and be himself, and kaito is like a home for rantaro, a hearth, something consistent he can always come back to.
i think there’s a bit of a push and pull with them in the beginning, they’re both trying so hard to be the one to shove their problems to the side and take care of the other, but neither of them is okay with that and they both want to be close so they accept that... they kind of have to give a little if they want to have this relationship, and if they want to help! so they do, and it turns into them... seeing their own flaws in one another and realising how harmful it is.
rantaro helps kaito to communicate without taking the blame for everything, he encourages kaito to be honest with his friends and think things through. kaito keeps rantaro grounded, he keeps rantaro from sprinting off at the first sign of conflict or vulnerability. they take care of each other. kaito isn’t USED to being treated like he’s someone beautiful and valuable and being with someone who is open about how they feel and how they love but rantaro is SO open because he’s so tired of losing people and he’s not going to let kaito slip away before he’s managed to express how he feels... my god.
these two are my BIG amab nonbinary headcanons and i really love the idea of kaito coming to rantaro to talk about gender struggles... i think rantaro would be so supportive and understanding without making kaito feel weird about it. i just think they have so much potential to really Understand each other in a way that they can’t understand anybody else.
also!!! them stargazing together? them sailing together? kaito helping rantaro find his sisters? rantaro quizzing kaito on space facts to help him prepare for exams and encouraging him? these two. these two. grips your shoulders SO fucking hard. oh my god.
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